V doesn't waste time; they're already moving as SecUnit arrives. Bits of alligator have added to the muck that is the ground.

"I'm- undamaged," they manage, really wishing diagnostics worked.

"Apparently they're weak to fire. Or explosions."

Carefully - because there's probably more incoming - one hand rests on the elbow-joint of the other arm.

"And the dog-like creature explodes when startled. Or thrown."

M-Bot chireeps, an alarm that anything in the woods could hear - and one of the more distant bombadgies, started, explodes on a tree.