Alma swallows hard and slowly takes a step back.  "Goddamit," she whimpers to herself as she watches the terrible transformation.  She has half a mind to run, but there is no way that would end well either.  That stupid thief had made her reckless.  She wouldn't even be over here if it weren't for him.  As the claws of the queen whistle to Alma's head, she flinches and shuts her eyes tightly.  This was the end, she lived a good life she supposes... no, no she didn't.  In fact, it all kind of sucked.  Always following the orders of oafs that simply have more influence, it was pathetic.  The sound of the coin hitting the ground made her eyes snap open.  The slash was thrown off, so she just narrowly dodges it.<br/><br/>She is almost too thrilled at the sight of Flint.  She was mostly certain she was going to die, but he provided the necessary distraction.  It seems he is good for something.  "Is now really the time for one-liners?"  she groans.  While the queen's attention is redirected, she pops the lid off of a jar on her belt and dips her fingers in.  She winces at the heat that engulf her hand, but flicks her hand out to the queen, sending a moderate blast of fire to her.  "If you want to snatch a certain something, now would be a good time," she says through gritted teeth, knowing his intention to steal the stone.