Without any visual on the woman above, the machine made a calculated assumption of her location after she moved away from the storm of light spears. She would continue her pattern backwards over or around the hole plowed through the hull of the ship. Probably a serpentine to avoid his follow up assault, at least that's what he assumed. His calculations are based entirely on logical assumptions based on the abilities that she had demonstrated so far. Without knowledge of her charge's effect, he had no idea that she had instead rocketed towards the end of the ship. 

So this wound up a dual edged misinterpretation of both party's intentions and ability. 

As she traveled to the end of the ship, Virtuoso made a U-turn inside of the ship. Tracking a dummy marker that he had created to vaguely gauge the distance from himself and her. After a short burst down a long hallway, he slammed upwards into the roof. Generating another pair of blades on his shoulders to assist in his vertical ascent through the layers of the ship. As he rose, he produced two more in the middle of another floor of the massive cruiser, creating an almost pincer looking aparatus of light. During his vertical movement, he weaved around a strange web-like structure of energy that had almost interrupted his movement. At the moment, it seemed like nothing. Though if he had touched it, it would have proved fatal. 

Upon the final moments of his ascent, he burst through the hull of the ship and snapped his makeshift claw towards the dummy marker. It would have gone off without a hitch and Cee would have been speared from six bladed weapons and locked in place from below. If Virtuoso had expected what happened next. Just as he left the ship, literally less than half a second after bursting from the ship like a Xenomorph infant, the ship was absolutely destroyed by a blast of supercharged energy from the mechanical woman. He hadn't expected this, he hadn't expected this at all. The ship's body was melted and disintegrated almost entirely, this amount of power was totally un-precedented. In fact, she'd barely demonstrated anything harmful to him at all. Superficial damage at best, but this would have annihilated him.

How many times can she fire that!?

Though the shot had missed, Virtuoso had gone from calm to almost panicked. Well, not panicked, this had just become more of an emergency than it had been before. What was one a nuisance was now a genuine threat, and he was not happy about that.

The visage of an angel fell away as he dropped off all unnecessary vents of energy. Maintaining only those of his feet and shoulders. The blades of light too fell apart, his arms lowered to his sides and his singular radial eye focused on the source of that devastating blast. As he watched her, the ship was in his periphery. It crumbled beneath its own weight, and he almost shuddered to imagine what it would have felt like to have been inside of that as it was destroyed. Somehow he had managed to avoid the initial web-like blast. It hadn't registered in his processing as something that would have threatened him until he had already moved from harm's way. 

Virtuoso was, how do humans say it? Perturbed.