Amaya almost seems dissapointed that the meandering pile of steel idiocy makes its way over to her so slowly, giving another swat at her bottom in taunt, trying to coax it faster, twiddling her flask between two thumbs.<br/><br/>And although she lets out a little squeal as she's grabbed in place, and yanked upside down, hair dangling almost to touch the floor, she lets out a little grin..legs shifting a bit off to either side as she dangles in midair, jumpsuit curling around the definition of her bottom. Still holding the flask, she brings the item into the creature's midsection quite easily now that she's so close...trying to sever all of it's joints from each other with the resulting mixture..<br/><br/>.."Gotcha!~"