ratbarf landed and rebalanced himself, not even glancing at the woman - he wasn't a Medic and he didn't have one to call for, so she'd just have to take care of herself for the moment.
"I already died once," he said very loudly and carefully, so that it was almost intelligible even through the mask. "Go ahead and kill me again."
He was grinning as widely as the tight rubber seal of the gas mask let him, feeling the adrenaline pumping - he had never been as hooked on fighting as some of his teammates, too zen for that, but there was absolutely no denying that it was exciting.
His right hand tightened on the trigger as his left hand spun the fuel adjustment knob on the diesel tank; gas sprayed out across the pilot light, igniting into a wide cone of glorious flames, painting the walls of the alley in flickering gold as bright as the sun that had gone missing.