Nora might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer herself, but she keeps a cool head in a crisis, responding with an "uh..." of her own because her back is against a wall. What kind of amateur does this random stranger think she is?

Tiny as she is, Mac has no trouble shoving Nora, or at least her legs, out of his way, and she yelps indignantly as she's spun around. "Excuse yo--"

Oh. Rampaging...whatever that is. Nora hops off the defunct soda machine on the same side as the charging photocopier and sets down her can, gauging the distance as the hostile machine flaps its lid in what she assumes is menace. She drops into a combat stance, and when the distance is right, kicks the thing, planting the sole of her foot right over the logo that proclaims it to be a product of the Zeerocks Corporation.

Office equipment is generally not combat rated, and the photocopier proves no different. The front end crumples around Nora's foot and lower leg, glass and plastic shattering into flying shards and internal metal components screeching as as they sunder from the impact. Enough momentum remains that the pair slides several feet until Nora bumps against the soda machine.

The copier may be mortally wounded, but it's not out of the fight yet, and as Nora wrenches her foot free, it surges forward and pins her against the frame of the soda machine.

"Seriously?" She huffs, blowing her bangs up and out of her eyes for a moment. "This is the second stupidest fight I've ever had."