As soon as he went down, she grinned, even as she tried to brush the remnants off her fingers. She was used to people staying down when hit—sure, the rock had felt lighter that she was expecting, but it must have done the same amount of damage as one normally would—and so didn’t think she had any reason to hurry. She turned her attention back to the Cornucopia, intent on grabbing what she could from the fray before hunting down the body with the bag; she doubted anyone was paying enough attention to her to steal it out from under her.