So much for having any dignity left by the end of this. Motion detection is useless. Too many positives when you're in a swarm, though Cortana's clearing that out with brutal efficiency.

Thermographics didn't show anything that look like anything's alive. Other than the now-burning husks from when Cortana dropped in. "I'll hold my breath." Or, less facetiously, she slides her respirator down. "Twenty minute oxygen supply. We'll have to talk about equipment specifics later." How's she supposed to make plans when she doesn't know what everyone's toys can do?

A very fluffy two-headed poodle with antennae and wings flies at her face. She grabs it and slaps Officer McFun, the Smiley Science Cop, sending both flying. "Incendiaries." At her voice command, her Lawgiver switches to white phosphorus rounds. She targets the struggling poodle, then the singing dishwasher. Then the still-burning couch. And switches over to high explosives to take out the stairs, before switching back to launch a few incendiaries up there anyway. And, of course, two or three rounds in the glowing piles around her new favorite AI's flying guillotines. She pauses to kick Dippy Duck into the now flaming pile and stomps over to a clearer spot. Those things caught quick.

"Remind me to investigate the safety permits here after all this is done."