She yelps in alarm at the whirring and clanging of metal around her, and suddenly she's in a giant metal hand and oh fuck he's grabbed onto her. She swallows harshly, clutching at his fingers and ineffectively trying to loosen his grip so she can free herself, as she stares at him face-to-face.

"I, uh. I don't suppose that you'd be willing to accept that you've made your point?" She glances around, searching for anything that she could maybe use as a weapon - if she could only get free to begin with. "What- what are you planning to do, anyway?" She's not actually sure that she wants to hear the answer. Maybe she can stall him or something.