Ifrit was never too concerned with catching allies in the blast of her fire. Sure, her control wasn't perfect, but that was often in the sense that it could flare up alongside her emotions. In a battle where she was allowed to cut loose, she could angle it around her allies in order to properly roast the enemies.

Although it also remained to be seen if she could attain the same level and range without her weapon supplying her with liquid Originium. Well. That was a later-Ifrit problem.

The point was, Ifrit didn't need somebody fireproof, just willing to trust that she wouldn't burn them alive and run away. Which was why Shaw speaking up sent a wave of palpable relief through her.

"Yeah, I'll take the Lungmen shortie here. She can keep 'em at bay long enough for..." Hm. "You have that axe right?"