[She's wrapping up her stuff, putting things she's taken out back into the various circular golden compartments of her utility belt. It's about as flashy as Flamebird herself is, but it works. There's clearly not a lot about her that could be called utilitarian.]

You guess?!

[She laughs, unoffended.]

I'll take it. It's nicer than having someone tell me I was awful and should just quit. That's never happening. Ever.

[If being cut open from groin to sternum and nearly dying wasn't going to make her quit, she was fairly certain that nothing ever would.]

Look, that was like, fun and everything? And yeah, dangerous too. But I have to ask...what exactly is going on here? Not that I'm complaining, but now that the blood-pumping exhilarating, save-the-day fighty-fight is over, I'm still stuck with a little bit of yeah-but-what?