Please, it'd be like if somebody threw an eraser at his junk. Maybe a little sting, but nothing that would send him howling to the ground. Try harder, madam! Get somebody to slingshot you in there.

Brock frowns at her, then holds his knife out flat, parallel to the ground and with the sharp edge facing away from her. Climb aboard and he will play elevator for you, lady.

"I just want to keep you out of trouble. Can you at least hang out with me instead of flying around god knows where until this is over?"