Just like his in-name-only counterpart on Supernatural, Michael Graziadei was an assbutt of the highest order. That said, though, he was dependable and a solid ally, as far as Firdaus had seen. And his having given her the taser to defend herself? Well, she would have preferred a lightsaber, but beggars couldn't be choosers. She'd gone to a different dimension, not a different galaxy. So, unfortunately, lightsabers were still off the table. But this taser? She was amazed at how proficient she'd become with it. Maybe she had even more Rey in her soul than she expected.

But she definitely had enough Ben in there too, enough to consider the possibility that she might have to give Michael a taste of the sparks with which he'd armed her. Who knew where his loyalties lay, truly? Besides with himself, that is.

For sure, she regretted giving her vote in Elliot Graziadei's favor earlier. It'd been a decision in the heat of the moment, and it showed. Especially now that any and all plans anyone had made, including Mr. G, had completely flown off the bloody rails. He couldn't just jump into AK's body now, could he? Or that other body, that twin of AK's that none present had met yet. The one who was supposed to be dead but still alive in some afterlife somewhere.

All these dimensions and universes still had Firdaus confused. Maybe if she'd kept up on watching The Flash...ehh, but it seemed like every dimension's canon still insisted on pairing up Barry and Iris. She was still holding out on some like-minded people finally getting jobs in the writers' room, but that was a dream well-stuffed into a steel pipe. Outside of fanfics, perhaps.

Note to self: get back into fanfics after this mission is all over.

In the meantime, she stood behind Alex and his boys as they prepared to smash through another door. Boys. Really, they were channeling Poe Dameron a little too much. Not Ahmad, though, who was frantically working to recode something important.

"Cameras," he said when he caught sight of Firdaus looking over his shoulder. "Um, maybe keep that weapon away from my devices?"

"What? Oh, sorry." She held the taser higher in the air, not letting it hang loosely at her side, dangerously close to Ahmad's body. To give him a better sense of security, she shifted closer to Alex's mother, from whom he clearly inherited some attitude. Not to mention Mediterranean good looks. She still found it hard to believe that the Snows were European, not when they had skin a similar color to hers. Not like Josh's or Ahmad's dark, deep tones, but cooler, actually olive-like. Probably, like her, the result of spending a lot of time indoors.

"Impulsive, isn't he?" Ms. Snow asked.

Firdaus raised her eyebrows at Alex as he and Gideon brute-forced their way through the next door. "They'll grow up soon enough."

"If not," Ms. Snow said darkly, "then that's a sign their mothers didn't..." She paused, as if suddenly unsure of herself.

"Raise them right?" Firdaus supplied.

"I can speak for myself and my boy," Ms. Snow said. "And Allen, because I know his mother as well as my own sister-"

"Allen?"

"AK," Ms. Snow corrected herself. "Gideon, though? His mother was vile. She should never have been a parent."

"Say no more." Firdaus turned around to catch sight of another guard coming up. Not in that futuristic blue armor, more like plain old combat fatigues. Still, the taser gave him a nasty little shock, enough to make him wet his pants, even. Wrinkling her nose as she retracted the taser wires again, Firdaus added, "If you need any help holding these boys back from really hurting themselves-"

"I knew I could count on you," Ms. Snow said with a smile as she raised her hand and burst a pipe in the ceiling, sending a cascade of water onto the next group of guards heading their way.

Proving herself dependable, Firdaus resisted the temptation to fire the taser into the water just to really show those guards some pain. Instead, she stuck close by Ms. Snow, covering her as well as she could.

"Call me Darla," said the older woman. "And what do I call you again?" Firdaus gave her name. "Lovely. Is that Arabic?"

"Mix of Arabic and Persian."

"Oh, I see." Darla repeated Firdaus' name, pronouncing it fairly accurately. Most people inevitably got it wrong, but not Darla. "I'm a teacher," Darla explained. "Especially around here, where there's a ton of kids who have names from all over the world, it's kind of a priority for me to get it right every time."

"Bet Kristoff" - though Firdaus deliberately mispronounced his name as "Cry-stahf" to make her point - "wouldn't hold that particular value."

"No, he wouldn't."