She takes the smoke bomb-and-running combo as a 'no' as far as combat-based powers, and grimaces when he turns the question back on her. "If I did, do you think I would be running away right now?!"

As the smoke fills the alley, she finds herself covering her mouth and nose with her free arm - which, on the bright side, means that it's not her face that slams into the back wall of the alley.

"Oow- GODDAMMIT!" She staggers back, staring at the dead end in front of them, of COURSE this alley would end up with a dead end, because why the hell shouldn't this get worse.

She glances over her shoulder; the smoke is still there (what does he put in this stuff, she's pretty sure that's not normal smoke), but it's starting to clear a bit, and once it does they won't have much time, if any.

Her gaze lands on the crumbling brick walls surrounding them, and she digs her fingers into the gaps surrounding a loosened brick, hauling it out and holding it up like a very inefficient club. "Okay, fine, if that's how this is gonna go..."

At the very least, it can't really be claimed that she doesn't try.