Roxy laughs.  "Nice!"  she says approvingly.  "I still reckon you should have a fireaxe or something too though..."<br/><br/>Roxy looks around and spots a security camera, with a microphone. SHe walks right up to it, looking into the lens with one eye then backing away so it can see her whole face. "Come on then, if ya think yer 'ard enough!" she taunts, her rough  London accent making her sound almost like a modern savage. Then she swings her pipe in both hands, knocking the camera down corridor. "Whatcha reckon? Home run?"