Sheena's just pulled the pan out of its pile when it's her turn to hear a familiar voice. She looks up just in time to see the archer appear, and while she trusts his aim, she doesn't trust the reactions of those cornering her.

So, to be safe, she tumbles out of the way as the arrow flies, narrowly missing getting burned herself as the target dances around, trying to put out the fire.

Rising, she shakes her head. "Oh, for the love of... Stop moving around! It'll only make things worse!"

Whether they listen or not, she has no idea, because brandishing the frying pan as a weapon, she looks up again and shakes her head.

"Thanks for the help, Pepper, but I'm no lady." A pause. "Would you like to join me down here, however?" She asks sweetly before turning to the men again, who are starting to regroup. "Because I don't think they've figured it out yet."