Thrawn dives behind one of said droids, curling up and protecting his head from any shrapnel coming his way.

It's not very dignified, but sometimes survival is paramount.

Most of the troopers are blown off their feet, and the smell of blood begins to fill the room.

And now, Thrawn thinks, because there's really no point in speaking aloud, she's gone.

It was her only sensible option.