[As the pink orbs come in, Rhodonite scrambles to secure her footing again, bringing her shield up before she chances a look to the sky to find... huh. Not the Dreamer she would have expected, but beggars can't be choosers, and besides that, after Lisa's own speech to her some months ago she's happy for an object lesson. Or, well. Definitely not happy, but it'll drive home the point better than crying into Illya's sleeve. Suiting her current feelings, she leads with the easy answer-]

I'm definitely not okay, Prisma-chan, but not in a way anyone's going to be able to fix right now. I think they're Torments, though. Nasty Torments, but Torments all the same.

[She shoots at the one with the knuckles dead in front of her, hoping to make sure Prisma has a clear spot to land without having to create one (and risk blasting Rhodonite in the process). She doesn't do much real damage with the wild shots, but it's enough to open some space.]