He leaned out from his hiding spot, desperate to see if she would be okay. The bug that had its wing clipped writhed on the ground and it hissed in agony. Francœur hesitated as he watched it until finally he got out of hiding to reach for it.

The music blared, shaking the ground. He could feel the vibrations of the metal suit rattling all around him. It was a sensation that mimicked the presence of a large threat. Insects would usually scurry away from this, and these creatures were no different. They hissed in terror as they ran away. The injured monster shrieked at Francœur before it ran with the rest.

Francœur remained, knowing better than to be scared of the noise. He looked at the retreating bugs, and then to the bodies on the ground. A look of guilt flashed across his features before he turned to the commlink. He uttered a single, drawn-out chirp, one that asked about her well-being. Was she hurt?