We're being attacked by goddam kitched appliances! This house really is out to kill us!
Looking about for signs of any other items that might suddenly attack them, Ara leapt into the air, magnificent black wings sending huge down-draughts onto the people below.
Alright, were are you you demon-possessed mechanical monstrosities, I know you're here somewhere. Come out, come out wherever you are!
Then, hearing Kathryn's yelp of alarm, Ara flew over to hover just above the kitchen door.
"Hey, you alright in there?"
Please don't tell me I have to save someone else's butt again. I'm getting rather fed up of getting attacked by possessed machines.