"We can do this!" she repeats - the tinge of doubt in her voice seems to have settled in to stay, but that doesn't mean she's going to admit to being worried. There is a legitimate bright side here, though.

"I mean, it's not actually dead yet, yeah, but a bunch of its shell cracked! If we-" She pauses to throw up another shield; as out-of-it as it may be, the centipede is back to spewing the occasional burst of acid. "-if we could get it where the shell's gone we could do more, we can take this thing!"