Allenby assured it's trapping, unecessarily, by pressing her foot down on the closed trap. She curses a bit before going to rub at her knuckles, smearing some blood around though mentally it made her feel better to rub an injury despite the mess.

The large spire of ice likely needed to be dealt with as well, and for the time being Allenby was okay leaving D to be tended first, as she kicks and smashes the icicles, breaking them apart so they're no longer a threat, of much a sign of battle; like clearing a path through a jungle.

"If something like that is here... there's probably more like it. Maybe I should've listened to that weird masked jerk." she grumbles.