She was quick to place herself against the wall and crouch low as the paladin ran off towards their enemies. As she watched him charge into the robots with a flurry of light and well-placed bravado, a lopsided smile hung on her face.

It had been quite awhile since she'd participated in this sort of work. Superheroing. Of course, just about everyone on the ship that she'd had the chance (or misfortune) of meeting had some sort ability, so it couldn't really be considered doing a heroes' work aboard Stacy, could it? Ah, it hardly mattered. It was more of the ideal behind the act on why she'd become one, anyways and the ideal was still intact.

"The third is on it's way, six yards (five, four, three...) on your left side!"