Peridot isn't exactly sure where the heck the image that just popped into her head came from, but she doesn't have any time to question it. No more time for doubts, no time for questions: The Mother of Invention is here.

She's still standing over near Ignatius when she breaks through the wall. Peridot takes a step back, shifting into a defensive position and hissing in defiance. The mere sight of their tormentor makes her see red, tail lashing, claws flexing. She's not fool enough to think she can take down a true fae single handedly, but if there's any chance at all for her to take out all her fear and anger on the one keeping them trapped here, well... She's been waiting eagerly for this opportunity. She's ready for this.

"Um, Ignatius?" she hisses to the summer fae. "I know this isn't a great time for you emotionally, but, if you have any fight left in you at all... Now would be a great time to tap into it."

In the meantime? That armor is metal. Maybe there's a first time for everything, but thus far, she has yet to meet a metal she can't control. Feeling more in touch with her powers now than she has in days, she's going to use her metallokinesis to try and sense if she can mentally 'feel' the metal making up that chassis, and see if this isn't an exception.