You disagree so you crush his leg? Clearly that was the only course of action.

[She has to spare the great, muscular...she can't think of the proper word for him right now, but being. An incredulous glare.]

And you wait until that to decide whether or not he's...

[She has no words, honestly. Well she has several but they would all end in a very swift and painful end, she should imagine. So she simply hefts him against her side and starts carting him to the nearest examination room. She'll come back for the book.]

I never thought I would see the day that I'd prefer Unger's means of disagreement.