The light's not a distraction for Renamon. Instead, she's picking up the poker chip, which had fallen during the fight.

"And now with this, I can claim my place. All it took was a little scapegoat and dear father dying to motivate the rest of the family." She looks at Musyamon, ever silent. "Thank you, for standing by me. You'll be my right-hand, as promised."

The event that's just occurred has flown completely over her head, her back to the skyline.