OK; she has a grenade, there are howitzers. Easy. She's done this before.

Sort of.

She arms the grenade and shoves it down a barrel and then scurries away before it goes off. She's still panting for breath and every part of her is singing with adrenaline. It's a crazy time. But maybe now they can catch a bit of a breather.

"I don't... I don't think I got your name..."