She lit up a blade of pyroplasm and began to work. It didn't cut through immediately, not like steel would have done, but it was visibly beginning to warp.

"We'll get you out of here. I'll get you out and we'll get out ..." She just hoped Vargas wasn't going to run into them there. She wished, then, she had someone to pray to, some higher power to commit her fears and hopes to.

But it was just them. She continued to work. Given time, she was quite sure she could cut through it. She punched the floor several times, stopping only with bleeding knuckles, to increase the heat and cutting power of the pyroplasmic blade.