With his lithe frame, he's able to bustle along pretty quickly, and she's grateful for that. His strength easily grants them the time they need.

"We will be fine." She assures him and starts back towards the edge of the fire. She aimed the smaller hose at the base of the fire and sweep back and forth in short bursts like you would a fire extinguisher. The jet of water is narrow, but powerful. By the time she's exhausted all the water in the makeshift pump, the fire is mostly under control around the ship. There was still a bit of a forest fire to deal with, but nothing that would reach the jet fuel.

Scorn drops to her knees, the contraption on her arm falls to pieces beside her and the purple suit melts away from her face.

"Thank you. We--I'm grateful for your help."