As the door slid open, Vanessa tensed in preperation for the need to shoot her rifle. As the moments ticked on, Vanessa noticed that nothing was really happening. The warthog was holding a baseball bat, but the brainiac seemed to be unarmed. Vanessa wanted to remove any ounce of confidence that the warthog had in his capabilities, and thus began to aim very gently at the baseball bat in his hands. Before she fired, she heard Toony ping her on the commlinks they were all provided and ask her if she could teleport the slime out. The first problem with this is that teleporting was rather limited. Teleporting another organic being was simply far too risky to be viable. The risk for them getting lost in the ether during the brief moment of teleportation was simply far too high to consider it a useful talent. Small inorganic items, like plates of food, were at little to no risk of separation. They weren't complex. Things that were alive were typically much more complex and thus much more likely to be lost in the journey. Once you were lost in the ether after a teleportation mishap, it was frequently impossible for any previous companions to find you once again. On top of that, slimes were disgusting and Vanessa didn't want to ruin her suit by trying to scoop one up only to have it fall out of her hands due to being a mostly liquid creature.

Thus, Vanessa replied to Toony with. "Negative, but I can do this..." Before pulling the trigger to her rifle. A sharp crack resounded from the barrel of the rifle and a .303 British round snapped downrange and shattered the baseball bat that the Warthog was holding, leaving it nothing more than a useless splintered mess. Vanessa quickly pulled the ejector handle downwards, which sent a smoking brass case flipping out of the rifle. Vanessa caught it in her teeth and she loaded another round and pulled the ejector back up, sealing the breech and rendering the gun ready to fire once again. Vanessa had the gun on target in a matter of moments. Subtle smoke wafted from the .303 British casing clutched in her molars, and Vanessa aimed lower on the Warthogs frame. She was aiming towards the kneecaps to incapacitate him should the Warthog begin to move. It wasn't a non-lethal shot, as many people falsely believed. A shot to the leg was just as dangerous due to the presence of several large veins that would eagerly make a large mess. But, it was much more survivable than a shot to the head or a shot to the chest as long as prompt and proper medical attention was given. Thus, Vanessa aimed for his knees.

With nothing more to do now, Vanessa waited to see who would make the next move.