Aw gross, that sure is the telltale quiver of fleshy parts under there. Way to give her the heebee-jeebees, Nullmechaxeface! Well that makes her a whole lot less inclined to punch holes in the thing, she's only just recently finished getting all the goop out of her armor seams leftover from that tentacle thing that attacked Deadlock.

She can't exactly tell where the powerpack is, but she can make a wild guess. If the organic inside is humanoid, that bulge on the back must be important right? She'll come in at the thing again with a sharp knee to the midsection, the kinetic force of which should hopefully double the creature over. Then it's time to lace her fingers together and slam them down on its back. Hopefully she hits something important? Or she might just make it mad. Either way, Flashpoint's life is exciting!

"I'll be done dancing with this guy in a minute!" she shouts back at Chripy, checking to make sure he's still okay. She seems...maybe a little too happy to be in this tussle. Ahem.