He's already rolling out of the way as she jumps back, her stomping attack catching only the looser fabric of his black shirt near the waist. He scrambles to his feet, keeping his center of gravity low, aware that he's beginning to tire. Having to keep up a conversation while fighting certainly isn't doing his lungs any favors, but it's all part of the game.

"Enemy action," he answers, once he's on stable footing again. "Bastard called Nero. Enterprise took him down."