Beyari stared at the rubble leaning against her visor. Judging from the dents pressing against her scalp, she was probably overdue an upgrade to a sturdier helmet. Once she had concluded that she had not been injured in the explosion (or the subsequent partial collapse of the building), she started to push herself up. "Well," she paused until the sound of rubble falling off her no longer echoed in the room, "that did not go according to plan."