She can't really blame him for the grimace; it is grim work, what she's doing. And Flashpoint should maybe remember that the war is over and she doesn't 'need' to be as, well, thorough as usual.

But then, Chirpy's her friend (one of few) and you just don't mess with her friends alright?

Flashpoint's happy to see him leap away to safety, noting the strange sway of the enemies who are slow to react. Maybe an evac really would be wiser. This looks like a dead end, so she'll just make it deader. There's nothing that can't be resolved without demolitions!

She turns to Francœur and waves him off, back towards the door, dashing that way herself while she readies another grenade. There's at least one demon between her and the door, and he gets the rise of her kneeguard under the chin, throwing hapless thing backwards. Wow, this is almost too easy!

'Course with her luck, things are only just getting started around here.