She can only stare in horror at the advancing drill, then squeezes her eyes shut, drawing back as best she can, then-

Then she lands on the ground with a thud, giving an involuntary squeak and scrambling backward, away from Knock Out.

She stumbles to her feet, not sure whether to focus more on watching him or finding some way to defend herself. At the same time, it occurs to her that this is the third time an asshole robot has suddenly collapsed while talking to her (or threatening her, in this case). What the hell kind of pattern is this.