"Oh. Good thinking." Momo replies, zipping her jacket back up. Her power is useful, but requires a lot of exposed skin to use efficiently. She makes do as best she can with it.

And those hours spent training speak for themselves, really.

"I'll collect the red ones, and you take the maroon. Agreed?" She asks. It's not ideal, but the Corsairs are good at improvising; surely the wrong ones will find some use.

Still feels a lot like a screw-up, though.