"Whoah -- did that really work??" Amethyst runs forward as the thorns begin to part, boggling at them in absolute disbelief. She's ready for something to attack her, for dashing out in front to have been a mistake as it so often is with her, but she catches herself as she hops over a retreating vine, cupping one hand to her mouth:

"Uh, I mean, obviously it did and no way any gnarly plant monsters are gonna get my butt poofed right now unless I'm doing something real cool and heroic!"