It's not like I'm carrying you. [Which she could, so don't give her ideas.] But you're obviously not a Huntsman so you shouldn't be in the middle of this.

[Nora's good at some things, but incisive observation isn't among them, and she still hasn't really absorbed the idea that other universes exist, or its corollary that those universes might have different social structures or even laws of physics than she's used to.

tl;dr she thinks Cain is a courageous civilian who maybe took some martial arts classes. Could be worse?

Huffing in irritation, she hurls aside one of the handful of chairs remaining between them and the door, with greater force than strictly necessary to neutralize something made of thin sheet metal and hasn't got any teeth or claws, .]

Ugh. If I had my hammer this would be over already.