Geopps pressed himself as tightly against the tree as he could muster, tiny hearts beating at lightspeed.  It certainly hadn't been able to predict the sudden volley of lethal shockwaves bursting out in every direction, and only hair-trigger reflexes and a naturally flexible body had allows it to weave in between the pinpoint blasts and escape amidst the hurricane of falling branches and leaves.  The sudden lightshow hadn't had the effect he'd clearly hoped it would have on the woman's unnaturally acute vision, but it had been enough to throw off her aim by the slightest margin.  A close shave indeed.<br/><br/>"Jiminy Cricket!  Is everything alright, Geopps?  She didn't get you, right?  What just happened?!" Jacqueline clutched her hands to her chest, trying to quell her own heart rate.  Seeing through the insect's eyes had the unfortunate side effect of putting her fully in their shoes, making the attack on her clever little child seem incredibly real.<br/><br/>The bug chittered something back to her once Petra was back and mingling amongst the other guests, calming its mother a bit.  "Shockwaves...  Right, that's what it was.  Well, that could have gone a lot worse than it did.  At least you're still in one piece.  But next time, don't go putting yourself in danger over something I can make again, okay?  A headset can be rebuilt, but not a soul.  You understand?"<br/><br/>Geopps clicked apologetically.  "Good.  Now I'm not going to ask you to go back if you're still unsteady.  Maybe you should come back in."<br/><br/>The bug shook its head wildly, crawling up into the higher branches and slithering amongst the leaves with great care.  After several long minutes it managed to find a far less noticeable hiding spot amongst the foliage, its wings moving in time with the wind.  It was just a matter of rethinking its strategy to compensate for the woman's impressive vision, and acting accordingly.  No more daring moves or fancy displays.  Just hiding, watching, and listening.