She'd never been so relieved to hear a familiar voice and gave Kirk a look that spoke her gratitude. Tam tugged the blanket over, carefully, slowly, so as not to set off the turrets again. She spoke quickly to Maya, whom she now recognised as the Canid from Francie's loft. "If we stand up and move, we'll end up like that." She dipped her forefinger toward the gruesome mess below that had been the almost accidentally helpful - and most unfortunate - Treant. "Guns. Liquid fire. Stay down. Try to get under this with me, and keep still."<br/><br/>She didn't dare unfold the heat-retardant cloth, just in case, and what surface it presented would just have to do. It barely covered her back, vital organs and brain at least protected somewhat from a grim fate, should the plasma fire.