Fortescue glances to the pod, as she bolsters the intensity of her flames. Sending a plume of fire at it might cause the whole planter to go up, which will cause more of an issue than the plants are causing. She thinks, at least. But in the meantime, her flames can keep the thing from grabbing her again. She'd rather not end up as plant dinner.

Or whatever the thing wants.

"Here? Who knows where they came from," she practically grumbles. "We get so many invaders from another Realm, perhaps one of the connecting Realms is just... full of awful plants. I wouldn't put this past the Asgard I saw when I went there."

Though, Asgard is supposed to be better, now. But perhaps the awful creatures they had to fight are still there, just in hiding or in other parts of the Realm. She glances at Druitt, gears turning in her head.

"I can step up to it without it seeing me. Or sensing me. However it perceives." Perhaps a concentrated blast, one that won't spill onto any of the other plants, will work. "But it's going to be focused on you for a minute or two, if I do that."