Pulling the ring from a incendiary canister she tosses it into a bathroom feeling a sense of satisfaction watching the explosion burn away the disgusting growths she cackles like a demon, you call her by her name to get her attention as she snaps at you "Don't call me that! I prefer Lady Pyro if you'd be so kind" She arrogantly glares at you with a hand on her hip, remembering that she's one of the weird ones who actually prefer their callsigns "Lets go there's more no doubt. Eyes forward"
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