Therapeutic in some ways, stressful in others. She was... or had been, a Jedi. This isn't anything she can't deal with. And no one would die in all this. At the crate she opened it, pawed through it a moment, and beamed as she pulled out two charges and what looked like a standard explosive.

When she heard the watch yourself and be careful, she looked up to see him taking off. "Could he sound anymore like Anakin just then?" She snorted, and started to take off at a run, moving behind cover as she went. Destroy all the droids they can. At least that was her assumption. Take down as many as possible, yes?