"Thank you," Mandy replied to his words. "You have a nice life as well." It was only seconds afterwards in which the man had greeted the machine, a surprised blink her initial response to him crushing a vial to make a sword. Worry started to seep into her thoughts as they both seemed to be squaring off, their words not helping matters. A startled yelp escaped her throat as they clashed, curling up slightly in an effort to protect her face and most of her vital organs from the flying glass. Straightening up once she couldn't hear any more glass moving about, she unconsciously swallowed her nerves as she took in what was going on. [i]'What on earth?'[/i]

Her thoughts were swiftly derailed from whatever tracks they were going to follow, as a mechanical fist with enough strength to shatter most metals nearly nailing you in the face tends to be distracting. Eyes wide in shock, she sat there in stunned silence as the fight continued on, her brain idly processing what she was seeing. As it did so, she started to catalog details. Namely, that the machine was showing considerably less concern then one would expect from law-enforcement, in that it was putting significantly less effort into not nearly punching bystanders' heads then it was in trying to beat up the man she just bandaged up. Sure, it wasn't being completely reckless, but it wasn't being careful either. As if to prove her point, it was right then that it slammed the man into the side of the train, and she felt herself cringing back slightly in surprise.