"What?" he asked, distracted as he simultaneously blasted a guard off its feet and tried to heal a gash in his side he'd got courtesy of one of the champions he'd knocked out a few moments ago. "I know," Danny said, irritated, when he registered what she'd said. "But they're still civilians and-" Wait. No. There had been a tone in her voice. He'd misunderstood. Danny actually stopped dead in his tracks (bad idea, he had to dodge a laser blast and hit the phaser's owner with his fiery fist). Jogging to catch up with her again, he said, "O-oh. Well, uh, okay. What about us?" Not exactly the most opportune moment, but sure. Why not.