"That? Was a terrible pun." Fiona points out, still bright and alive as she moves to pull her knife out of a soldier's chest. Wiping the blood absently off on her thigh, she picks up his gun and checks it over.

"You know, an ambush would be fun, too. That was short and sweet, yes, but an ambush..." Raising an eyebrow, she slants a look over at the laughing Mary Anne.