She smiles tightly, not bothering to add a nod of her own; the flamethrower should be a big enough indicator that she's prepared. She always is — well, except for suddenly ending up in someone's dreams. But could you ever be prepared for that, really? In theory her mental training against Seid magic should have prevented it, but it seems that their captors have more technology — or magic — than they know what to do with.

Fortescue raises her weapon, sticking with Ellen.