Dinah scowls the scowl of a young but passionate technophobe.

"Those manhacks?"

She doesn't wait for an answer. Instead she throws herself forward, rolling her spine along the floor for the only purpose of picking up a spare pipe that just happened to be landing there. Landing on her feet, it's just a case of knocking the saw things against the wall, swinging the pipe like a mace.

Thank you, Uncle Carter.