Ahhh, Pam's post got eaten - so the man-slave has been tasked with providing her input. If the Poster Monster General happens to read this, you're lucky your servers are on the other side of the country. Pam now wishes to perpetrate violence on said machines in a fit of moon-induced rage. Instead she has gone to take a nap.
Sari mumbles something about the big goblin being man-work, stows the crossbow and picks up her spear on her way to stand over the quasit. Her close inspection of the creature reveals that like its minions, this thing is stitching back together of its own accord.
She plans to administer the Coup de Grace on her next turn.