If one could compress all of Rita's irritation and convert it into fuel for blastia, that'd be quite the explosion, wouldn't it? Too bad it's an idea that's never going to be realized. Breathing hard, Lambert leans against the wall.

"If you can find a way to break out of that rock, little girl, you can punch me as many times as you want." It's a joke that might be too on point for their situation right now, but ... well. It's true. He would.