Grab her instead.

At least, you tried to anyway. But you quickly learned she was not someone to be trifled with. You tried to grab her while she was panting on the ground but your hand passed atraight through instead. Thinking her a hologram you backed off, pistol cocked and ready for the ambush. The hologram stayed rooted in place, wheezing with exhaustion as she complained you were taking too long.

You ignored the bait, too smart to fall for some ploy. Her allies clearly were only just out of position. The firehawk herself would remain out of sight while she waited for backup. Or until she got to the eridium she needed.

Actually, you realised, you should probably grab it before she did. Safer in your hands after all.

The illussory siren continued to repeat a set number of lines as you slowly approached the safe, wary of any crimson raiders behind a stray crate or ledge.