Jamilee allows herself to relax.. fractionally. She wraps one of the sashes of her outfit around her nose and mouth, and mumbles through it to whoever happens to be nearby. "Well, that was easy, hnh? Only two near-deaths! Good thing even the bigger ants are just stupid."
Trailing off, she goes about finding her shield and shortsword first. If the smoke hasn't grown too thick to be dangerous after that yet, she'll help Krindorf saw off a bit of queen by way of trophy. Dirty work, but since she's covered in blood, soot, dirt and bug guts anyway.. " 'Ere now, no need to be subtle. It's not like we're chirurgeons.."