"No hay problema." Like a flipped switch she's at the ready, disappearing in a streak of blue code only to reappear behind the pair he's already netted, a short burst of controlled fire putting a quick end to them both.

Another monster lurches towards her from over her shoulder, tentacles already straining to latch on, but all it takes is a quick teleport back to the secure space behind Roland's shoulder where her translocator rests to ensure all it finds is air.

And entirely prone positioning. Perfect for a man with exceedingly good aim to take care of.

"All yours, vaquero."