Matilda’s grateful for her goofy goggles- without them, that flash might be painful, even with her eyes clenched shut. When she peeks out through the warm rosy tint, she barely has the time to feel sorry for it— she’s still pulling the weapon back, hard, and the impact sends her back, flat on her rear in the street. “O-ow—“ She whines, but her hands on her weapon and she’s back to her feet in a hurry, teleporting back from the monster a few yards- close enough that she can watch Zafika carefully for any signs of distress, but a safe enough distance for her to try and regain herself.