She's surprised, to say the least, but she isn't about to question it now. She breathes, hard, and for an instant she turns to look at Kon and recognize that she just scared the living hell out of him.

"It's okay," she says, glowing lasso out between her hands already. Electricity crackles through it, white-hot, and she doesn't stop to fret over him and his tears.

She has asses to kick.

The lasso goes out and lashes around the offensive turret, and she unleashes her anger through it, causing an explosion. A few seconds later, her foot goes up against an oncoming chomper, and she shoves down and through the top of its mouth.

"Take care of Paco. I'll deal with these."