Irene considered that (and idly indulged herself in considering how nice it was that this felt like genuine< teamwork, and a fairly even partnership at the moment) as she continued also considering the projectiles.

And you know what? She was not exactly a woman well-known for playing it safe, so she was crossing over to grab a concrete pumpkin. (Or. Well. Less 'grab, ' more 'inelegantly heft.')

"Let's see what she can do," she decided, actually fairly excited by the prospect of really opening up this trebuchet's capabilities.