She's struck mute momentarily at the sudden addressing from the otherwise quiet man but then nods, swinging it out and willing it to obey and absorb the fire like before. Her hands shake at the heat coursing through the shaft, though it doesn't burn so much as surprise her.

Huh. Guess when your boyfriend goes around fighting while on fire, you'll inevitably pick that up too.

Maka's eyes flick up to the monster--having coalesced back to its original form finally--seeing if she can pick out the pulse of the something that obviously makes it live. Ultimately she can't grasp onto it again and goes by memory. "It's reformed completely. Aim for the center of its chest!"