Adalina had to hop up and climb onto the growing pile of equipment to avoid getting swallowed by it, and nearly slipped when the momentum jerked to a halt. Bobby's attention went from split to focused with the tossing of the machine at Regin; it afforded Adalina the opportunity to half-jump/half-fall off a crooked weight bench.
Bobby hadn't noticed that his initial target was slipping away. He wanted the rowing machine back to hit her with again, and with a shout, the room's metal started scraping its way toward him like a black hole. He grabbed hold of it, then launched it right back at the unflappable blonde via a burst of reversed polarity. This time, though, he was right behind it, with a fist ready for another wimpy slug.
Adalina's feet stuttered to a stop just outside the women's locker room door. She really didn't have time to get a concussion or permanent brain damage from a flying weight, but which story was better for her? Running away or standing her ground?
With a massive roll of her eyes, she snagged a jump rope off a hook on the wall and began to pick her way through a clearish path back to where she'd just ran from. The rope was wound around one hand like a garotte. This was the worst idea.