Nora's mind instantly grasped what Jane asked for, and she darted over to the back of the desk chair where she had laid her white labcoat.  Her hand snaked into the side pocket, found the gloves, and she yanked them out as she turned back toward the doorway where Jane was just getting to her feet.  "Catch!" she called out, and then gave the gloves a forceful underhanded toss toward Jane.

Once the gloves were out of her hands, Nora whipped the labcoat itself on over her shoulders with a flourish, and she felt a little more protected.  One of the drones skittered toward her, wobbling back and forth in an evasive maneuver.  Nora took the chair itself into her hands and swung it, clumsily - it was only luck that she tagged the small drone with the end of one of the chair legs, sending it spinning dizzyingly back into the hallway out of her room.

Meanwhile, Boxcar downstairs was still shaking off the effects of the Shrieker after he got his battered and bruised body back up to his full four feet at the bottom of the stairs.  That had hurt!  And he wasn't much for the skittering things that scattered from above, a few of them hopping down the stairs or outright over the edge of the mezzanine, through the openings in the railing.

One of the drones flew at him from the stairs, its pointed legs aimed right for his face.  Boxcar reacted with his honed animal instincts and reflexes, and darted to the side just at the last moment.  He grabbed the legs of the drone in his teeth and gave it a whirl before letting it go, where it launched into the rec room and bounced on the floor in there.  It wobbled up to its feet, but Boxcar tipped over a stack of weights it had landed next to, and the clattering weights fell and crushed the drone underneath with a satisfying scream of twisted metal.

Boxcar got back to the living room, but as he perceived the fallen Jaiden and the three drones that surrounded him, just as the wolf was about to growl a warning, he felt a jolt of raw animal fear strike through him and he recoiled with a whimper.  It wasn't the drones he was afraid of, as he sensed a rising primal danger coming from Jaiden's blood-spattered hole-riddled body that didn't make sense, yet was there all the same.  He wanted to go up the stairs and help with the fight, but he had a certain inkling that he did not want to get in Jaiden's way, so he dove for cover behind one of the couches and poked his nose around the corner to keep an eye on how things were going.