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The loud [i]KZZZH-CHUNK[/i] of Rael's spear stabbing into the boss' hand shook Tiferet out of what had been an odd sort of reverie, where the only thing that mattered was that she had been playing. She was playing, and doing her job of buffing the others, and that had been enough, until it very suddenly wasn't. Now that Rael had very likely saved her life, the reverie was broken, and a very unfamiliar emotion gripped Allison Márquez:

Mortal terror.

However, at the moment, there were more important matters at hand - like not getting squished or, God forbid, [i]eaten[/i] by the cause of said mortal terror. So, her subconscious filed the terror in the back of her head, to be experienced properly once the boss was dealt with. Her legs, meanwhile, propelled Tiferet backwards as fast as she could manage while still continuing to play <Hestia>, and her mouth stammered out a mangled thanks/apology to Rael as the tiny tank practically flew in front of her. Her mind, however, was temporarily stunned at how close she had just come to being killed, and was now essentially running on autopilot for the time being. So, naturally, the thought that floated to the surface was:

[color=9e0b0f][i]Huh. Rael just called me dumb in Japanese. I guess that was kinda dumb. ...Is she Japanese? I've never asked.[/i][/color]

It was overridden fairly quickly with more pertinent thoughts, such as [color=9e0b0f][i]<Hestia>'s almost finished, I'll switch off to <Olympia> once the fire shield's up,[/i][/color] but quietly, Tif's subconscious filed the thought in the back of her head, labelled "to be brought up again if I survive this".