[b]Orange![/b]

It takes a minute for the penny to drop. 

Orange is interested in human systems. Human fashion. Human culture. But she also legit forgets that not everyone has the same comprehensive knowledge of both the system's interior architecture and ability to project astronomical debris trails as her. She can look at this in the guaranteed knowledge that this is a controlled demolition over empty agricultural land in the same way as a human might look at a batter hit a baseball and know that it's going into right field. Literally everyone she grew up with was some kind of space engineer who knew the station's blueprints inside and out so she never learned the world was different. The concept of the knowledge gap creeps in slowly, and she's embarrassingly a little thrilled when she figures it out. Amazing! 

Okay. Okay. Act sane. [i]Act sane[/i]. Be as sane as possible. But not, like, in a terrifying way.  

"D-"

[i]Do not say don't worry, I'm stocked up on candles!!!![/i]

"I just rescued Goat," she said. And then she went quiet and just kind of gave them a minute. Not the right time to justify herself.

*

[b]Strawberry![/b]

"Excuse me officer," said Pink slowly. "We are in the middle of co-ordinating a search and rescue response to the greatest act of sabotage in the station's history -" if she did say so herself. "Lives are on the line. Unless one of these volunteer rescue operators taking 000 calls poses a clear and present threat to national security then you are [i]not [/i]going to interfere with them. If you have questions about this office or its conduct then you talk to [i]me[/i]." She pulls off her headset and steps out into the aisle in front of them. "Anything you need to know."

[Negotiation: 0/1]

[b]Flood![/b]

Blue enters a state of profound focus. Someone just shot a live grenade at her. Someone is trying to scare her. Someone thinks that she's a rabbit.

She turns around. Steps out into the dirt road, masked in black. She reaches into her bag and pulls something out and stands still in the middle of the road as brilliant headlights swerve around the corner to focus on her.

And she breathes fire.

The plasma lance washes out at maximum range and maximum distribution, cutting a swathe of fire all the way down the road and engulfing the APC in a coat of fire. At this desaturated range band it's not enough to cut reinforced metal but it is enough to ignite the cool black paintjob, obscure camera optics and panic the people inside.

[i]Fuck [/i]Red and Yellow and Black getting all the fun with the thermal torches. 

[Intimidate 0/1, Shooting 0/1, 5+4: [b]9[/b]]