She dipped down and caught Clint from his escaping jump, oofing faintly at the sudden addition of his weight to her flight. Reaching out, she crouched on a wall and looked over her shoulder at the horde, armful of suicidal archer with rather pointy bits in his uniform. "Well that was fun," she panted and skidded down to the floor, noting leaking pipes of water everywhere. "Don't touch anything wet" was all she warned while she knelt and ran her venom bolts through the puddles everywhere, shocking the enemies badly.