[Her bullet sizzles through the air, glancing off his shoulder enough to rip Newt's suit and leave a thin, unpleasant line of blood that wells up there. Their expression doesn't contort, eyes focused keenly in her direction. Like an emotionless robot, one made for its impartial ability to finish its work.]

Oh, I'm fighting something alright; I'm fighting you.

... What's wrong, Daisy? I thought you'd be a lot tougher, even without your powers. Was that all you're good for? Instigating damage for a cause?

[They kick her gun further away.]

Can't say I hate the hustle, but this is pretty anticlimactic.