Something tells you to arm yourself. You already have your arms, so one can only assume it's the paranoia telling you to grab some sort of strife kind.
You happen to have an entire drawer filled with your particular strife kind: Firextkind. It's pretty useful because of all of the fireworks. And lets be honest, you're not particularly the most careful when making explosions. Where's the fun if you can't lose an arm?
You did equip a fire extinguisher on accident and now that's what's you're working with.
It's not your favorite thing, but damn these things are heavy.
Also, you can't wait to get knocked out of your spaceship and then use the force from the extinguisher foam to push you back into the ship all bad-ass and such. It's going to slap wicked hot nook and you already can see it in your head.
You've been awfully chatty to no one in particular today and you don't want to think about that too hard.