She pats the robot (and the dome crackles with plasma) before she looks back at Flint.

"You don't have to do that. And while I know you can out think him, and could probably take a Metro sized beating from him and not even have a black eye for it later.... I'd really rather not deal with him at all, or have anybody else need to," Roxanne said with a thin smile.

All she needed was a bunch of supers pounding each other in the name of her honor or defense. It was like some sort of- crazy dream.