Oh, no, don't worry, I understand. It managed to wound at least four people before I trapped it and got it into my sylladex in the first place.

[She stoops and picks the roomba up, careful to keep her fingers clear of the knife but not, otherwise, taking a great deal of caution in how she handles it; the motor whines a bit as it revs in protest at being picked up.]

The damn thing would be less infuriating if it wasn't so ridiculous.