Flandre quite possibly would have answered according to expectation!

Except she couldn't remember how to breathe quite yet except in coughing starts.

So instead she wheezed (which she deeply regretted when it felt like her chest was going to implode), and tried not to think about how mangled her wings probably were, given how they kept stabbing into her back. The damaged crystal still crackled with escaping energy, but it hadn't spread to any of the others.

Her arms convulsively unlocked from each other, trying to lift the humanoid torpedo off her to make breathing easier. And that getting up again thing. Once the spots cleared from her vision.