I'm not saying that. Jeez - you think any Puppet would just willingly walk into their death? Seriously?
I'm just saying... you don't have that Blade of Sorrow, Mr. "Prince of Marionettes".

And while I could probably take any stupid monsters that wanna mess with us - [no] - I'm not sure I wanna waste that much effort, y'know?
I'd get all sweaty and tired.

[Her priorities are clearly correct in this situation. But looking out the window at all those monsters... and not just monsters, either...
After a moment, Siouxsie's expression noticeably tightens, and she quickly walks over to the window - shoving Samhaine to the side (in a warm and friendly manner) so she can get a better look.]

... Something's seriously fucked up around here.
No one out there's wearing any masks, either - but they're clearly not monsters.

[Of course, they're not Puppets either... but Siouxsie's noticed something was off the moment she saw Samhaine on the beach.
Whatever those non-monsters are, they're probably just as vulnerable as the two of them.
But they're maskless.]