Liz stuck out her tongue at the refusal to knock knuckles and let her arms drop to her sides. "You know it sounded much more dramatic at the time. Thinking, though, that if you try and dodge my blades while I am constantly throwing them you're way, we can see if the irritation allows you to move something else." She looked away from him and at the park setting around them, landing on a bit of trash from Sonic Drive In. Pointing, she looked back at Sam, asking, "Like that. Try and make it float or scoot or anything. Sound like a plan?"