As everyone else seemed to be flung to the ceiling, Liz clung to the chair like object for dear life, as it fortunately seemed to be connected to the floor solidly. "Nope, nope, I can't take that kind of beating, might reopen the cuts on my legs or create new ones. I'll just cling to this chair for dear life while you figure out what you're doing." She said, before she heard the explosion, and looked to the view port. "Is that one of those guys who stayed behind to hold them off?"