You're welcome for not killing you, Erik. Also, she thought English was like... his fourth language. If they're being pedantic about semantics.

"Nope, just a blue woman shooting you and saving the President," she replies, half smug and half irritated. "Thanks so much for making me a god-damned hero."

Not that she'd stuck around for it. She'd nicked his helmet, then walked straight out of the stadium... and onto an alleged spaceship. Something about this feels vaguely deja vu.