There's a crackle of static, and then Goldy's voice can be heard over the airwaves again.

"For future reference, Hot Stuff, there are four M's on the team. Others may not be as familiar with your sexy tones as I am."

It's wry rather than chastising—apparently she feels a lot better now that her position isn't under attack. While it was, she couldn't get any more shots off, but her eye is back on the scope now, scanning the square for targets.

"G holding," she reports. "Tiger, I still see you and a sorceress. No clear shot though. Get her out in the open and I'll try and take care of those shields."