Bishop looked up from his food as he heard the buzzing, his eyebrows narrowing as he looked at Freya. "Those are Beedrill! Damnit Freya, how many times are you going to ruin my day!?" he yells, panicking.<br/><br/><br/>Isaac folds him arms, eyes focused. "This could be a problem. Depending on the size of the swarm, we could be in over our head."<br/><br/><br/>"Haw, figures." Prometheus chuckled, prepping his arm cannon. "Not to worry. I've got enough fire for all of our guests."<br/><br/><br/>"Y-yeah, you guys have got it covered..." Freya stuttered, realizing what she just did as she picked up her bowl. "I'm just going to be over there. All the way over there." she says, running off with her bowl.<br/><br/><br/>"Where are you going!? You're fighting too!" Bishop yelled back at his morph, standing up, ready to issue commands if neccessary.