"Pyro?" the guy'd said, and she weren't the Scout, givin' everyone her position instead of a fuckin' name.
"Mebbe," she grunted absently, focusing more on the two Quasimodos. They'd jumped at the torchlight, but now they were advancing again, fuckin' Sniper-smiles like she was some tasty treat.
Fuck *that*. Allison pulled the squirtgun from her trousers and aimed for the eyes. Scout'd said it was like acid, and the way they clawed at their faces - good enough, yeah? Then she could get in and light 'em up...