She spoke some more, but it was all for naught. Greg still didn't talk. He didn't even turn to her or pay her any attention. He continued to focus on the control deck and was fiddling with some controls, so she looked like she was talking to the wind, not to someone.
This sight, combined with the incoming enemies, pushed her over the edge of anger, so she reached out to grab his shoulder and force him to look at her and address the situation.
But before she could touch him, something flared into life around him. They didn't see what it was because it was too fast. They only saw the explosion of fire on her outstretched arm.
When everything was over, the lady had lost her arm. Half of her arm had been turned into ashes. The rest of it was burned at the elbow.
This made her clutch her arm and grimace, but she didn't scream in pain. She wanted to scream in pain, and the feeling was overwhelming, but she kept control of her emotions and quickly distanced herself from him.
