Tabitha looked around casually, noting all the places that could meet the end of her bombs, as she hung back and waited for Dante.
She'd always been more 'blow em up, punch, and kick first' kind of fighter so tactics and planning sent her into a daze. She'd gotten slightly better about it over the years, but seeing how she, as warren pointed out, was here during the attack she was a little less inclined to be studious. She wanted to protect the kids here. The ones who had no place to go and didn't need to be looking over their shoulders in the one place they were supposed to be safe.