Tikka was stunned. This is something that didn't happen very often, but then, she had not been in her new frame for very long. At one time, an injury meant simply willing the gelatinous covering her frame to return to the shape it had been prior, but being viciously stung by a creature that should have simply struck and injured itself in the process and feeling a piece of her fall off was .. new. And yet vaguely familiar. And yet entirely new. The clattering piece of metal that fell to the floor refused to will itself back to her no matter how she demanded it. Something flashed in the back of her mind, in the corrupted part of the incorruptible, the unsure part of the sure, and she was left standing stock still as though frozen, a doll with a wound down clock, as she tried to process what it meant to be hurt. Even under the second barrage, she only moved with the impacts of the lil'est stirge themselves, dancing backward briefly and losing more bits and pieces of decrepit sewer rubble under their suicidal attack. But having so tenuous an attachment to her, it too refused to return. It was the fire that finally actually managed to catch her attention, the light returning to eyes as she determined that explosions may have been mildly more important than self reflection!
"We seem to be moving at an .. excessive velocity," she noted as the rig came toward them and, seemingly even quicker, the ground beneath it. "Should we begin pushing all of those buttons that you were pressing in the reverse order to slow down?" she asked, moving with a less hurried pace than the Holiday itself was to try to make sense of the controls. Still, there was a slight note of discomfort in her voice. Not quite outright panic! But she had just needed to face the reality that if she was dashed to pieces, it may not be quite so trivial to put herself back together again as it may have once been. Trying to slow the ship down seemed prudent, but also, less likely to result from the random tugging of a lever that she had attempted earlier.