"Oh! That's a very useful trick. It feels very... safe."

Merrill is her usual distressingly upbeat self about all of this. It comes with having a broken sense of self-preservation. This is the same person who thought nothing of bonding a still-sealed Spiritomb with forbidden blood rituals based entirely on its say-so. So it's not too surprising that she's so calm in the face of certain death here.

"I suppose we'll find out soon, won't we?"

Very soon, from the look and sound of things. What with the plumes of fire erupting everywhere and the unearthly roar that accompanies them. And even though her tone is casual bordering on flippant, there's certainly an edge of determination in Merrill's expression as she readies her staff.