She hauls herself to her feet, a little unsteady, turning quick to throw a punch — 


Only there's nobody there anymore.

She notices the huddle of men groaning on the floor.

"Thanks," she breathes, nodding at Rachel. "I'll give y'thirty seconds. If y'wanna take out a beam or two, be my guest."

She smiles, quick and sharp, and starts moving among the bodies with  —  is that a spring in her step?

Could be.