No, no, I'll take it over trying to beat them to death with a mop. Please and thank you. [Koby's more of a puncher anyways, but he worries he'll break a knuckle or something. Or his fists will pass right through. There's a serious nod at the mention of the metal dogs -- and then a frown.]

You tried. Just now? Or...how did you try? [Listen, you're very tall and capable, like most men he knows, but Koby is going to need a bit more proof.]