She watches the chairs and reaches out for his shoulder. This is going to have to be fast and her movement furious because if the pad explodes beneath her, then it's bye-bye Johanna Mason, and sorry for your terrible life. There's a calculated look in her eyes as she stares downwards and knows that if they don't get moving and this is the arena, then they're wasting time. "Did you see any weapons?" she asks as she hooks an arm around a chair and lets it over on the pad, waiting until it's nearly to the ground before slamming the legs down and jumping on top of it.

She holds her breath without meaning to. She reaches out for the next chair, ready to stack that and push her weight off. It's a tricky thing, but she manages to get the chair on and jump well clear. She lands on the ground, bracing her fall by going to one knee and staring forward at the intact structure they've made. Nothing. No explosion, no reaction. Nothing.

She's never been without fight, but maybe there's some hope left, too. "What about the others? Blight? Mags?"