She'll get the sword again, just like she'll get the knife she shoves backwards into the gorilla, hoping her strength is enough to force the weapon through and deactivate the stupid thing. She can feel Darkleer's arm around him and ugh her loathing only get worse at that enough that she wishes to choke bile up on him.

Instead she merely treats him as a tree, even as that means pressing tighter against him to squeeze herself up. His arm makes a good seat, but she's not relying on just that, reaching up to grab both his horns, ignoring the pounding of blood that goes through her as her legs wrap around his waist.

"Try a dirty trick like another robot and I swear it I'll snap both these horns up and use them to open up your torso," she hisses, this close to spitting in her anger, grip tightening just in case he tries to throw her.