Lizzie grinned, unbuttoning the long-sleeve shirt she had on over her tank top as she stood. Taking the fight to land quadrupled their firepower, and she braced herself against the chair long enough to get her footing before heading down to the airlock. She tossed her button-up, which unlike the rest of her clothes wasn't made of unstable molecules, aside as she headed to the back of the ship.
"You just got to blast a spaceship," she reminded Joelle, laughing. Like Paige, her powers weren't quite as helpful out in the black as they were on land. She stepped out, eying the terrain for a good spot to jump that would allow her to get close enough to the other ship. "We'll try to leave you somethin'."
"Jeb, if you can get me on top of their ship, I can slow 'em down." It wouldn't be graceful, but limping along as that ship was, she figured it probably couldn't handle a significant amount of extra weight, especially if that weight was dragging an anchor of some sort.