No, she's listened to enough smarmy, self-centered know it alls to know she was about to get a lecture of some kind. So the interruption is more than welcome. She dashes through, activating her boot jets and plunging through (perhaps with a helpful hand in the small of his back to propel him along the way) the hole she'd created in the wall.

Microseconds later, a dull boom sounds, accompanied by the smell of burnt sugars and syrups. The soda threat was no more. Alia pauses, waiting for any secondary explosions, then fixes Proto Man with a critical eye.

"'Let's blow this joint before it blows us?'" Whatever happened to plain old 'run away' or 'retreat'?