[Playing nice was one thing even if she did have problems with that sometimes. It was being picked up out of nowhere that she had issue with this time.

... But no time to dwell on that. Chris let out a frustrated sigh as she looked back at the mass of Noise. They could deal with this guy and where the hell he came from later.]

It really depends on the type. There's a bunch of different kinds and some of them could - ah.

[As if on cue, a mass of Noise, which resembled a cross between a manta ray and a fighter jet, began rising towards them. Chris growled as she re-summoned her gattling guns.]

Some of these bastards can fly!