She watches in sheer terror, prepping a transmat to her ship. "Achilles, we're helping them." Her Ghost places her in the cockpit with a bright flash, the thrusters already during as the ship auto pilots it's way in the course to the Dreadnaught. "Ready my Ace of Spades, I'll need it in perfect order." Her Ghost scans her revolver as she watches the unorganized battle happen, causing shivers down her spine.