Fein. Just ignore meine vords, zhen.

[Since Pyro decided to just keep standing there, rooted to the spot, mumbling something, Medic could simply step up to her. He resisted the urge to cover his mouth and nose from the uprising smoke, though he was aware how breathing might become difficult soon.

Not hesitating any further, Medic reached out to grab either her wrist... Or her flamethrower.]