This is most certainly in the annoying category. Fortescue twists around, wishing she'd remembered to bring her gauntlets. She sighs in relief when Ashley suddenly appears in the peripheral of her vision and clears up the problem. The immediate problem, at least.

A growling is coming from the bushes, from the pod-thing -- whatever it is.

"Thank you, love," she huffs, scrambling quickly to her feet. Her arms and legs are still ablaze. Jazz snarls at the vines as they start wriggling, clearly about to strike again. "I don't know what set this thing off, but it's really intent on trying to devour me. And I picked this morning to run out without my weapons, naturally."