As the world exploded into metal shards around them, Blue saw red. A rekking traitor, after all this? They'd nearly gotten shut down by a small man in a wig? She was too important to deal with this sort of bullshit. She lashed out with a hand to steady herself on the rocking catastrophe that was the ship. The other hand raised Cazette: not in her house.

"No. No no no, stop. Stop! Blue!" Bonk's voice fell on deaf ears.

Blue sent two razor blades zipping toward the traitorous helmsman. They were rekked anyway: whether or not he lived was immaterial to survival. The weird Pets-and-Animals guy would be fine, probably. The auto-aimer on the auto-crossbow Cazette told her where to aim, and she was a steady shot.

"Blue! We talked about this. You can't just shoot people who upset you!" 

"Can it, Bonk! Bigger fish to fly!" Blue for the ratty-looking man who'd been held hostage by the waterlogger. In the commotion, she managed to snag his arm, noting the Q-tip arrow protruding from his stomach. "Shit," she hissed. A rekking Q-tip? What kind of freakish monstrosity needed a Q-tip that big? It was the length of her forearm. "Gimme some help here, rekkers!"