Blaze's doubts falter fast at that tiny smile. From Angel, that's as good as a beaming whoop. And despite her protective instincts, the Titan always has a hard time with he idea of denying people their chance to fight. Even if they're likely to die.

Everyone dies. Guardians and civilians alike. The war still has to be fought.

"I thought you'd say that," Ghost comments cheerfully, pleased to have been right.

"All right, then." Blaze nods. Her glowing eyes are level with Angel's, something warm in her voice. "I don't know if this is a dumb question, but - what kind of atmosphere do you need? Are airborne toxins an issue for you?"