[ None the worse for wear, if a bit singed, Roze pushes herself upright, peering at Bon suspiciously before dusting him off a little more respectfully than before. ]

Hey. I'm just about fireproof, babe...next time, worry about yourself, alright?

...Thanks.

[ She sniffed, grunting at the coppery scent and looking herself over curiously, then Bon. ]

What's the--ho~ly shit. [ Jesus Ahime, what the hell? ]

Seriously lady, don't move, you've got a...house sticking out of you.

...

Uh...

[ Fuck. ]

MEDIC!?