For now they could safely forget about Lightning under the rubble. "You take this task seriously. Cute." she chuckles, which is strange, surely, for Meteor to see himself chuckle like a woman.

But the laughter is short lived as a hail of bullets bursts through the wall and quickly picks off the copies Valvalis made. And in only a brief glint of seeing disturbingly familiar suit of reddish armor peek around a doorway.

"Good gods get down now!"

All her confidence is shot the moment she sees that 023 on the Mjollnir Mk 4.