"Yeah," I say, struggling to extricate myself from the inert armour. "Assuming we're talking about the girl who's easily capable of lifting a box that required my armour to transport here, anyway."
My inept attempts to disarmour myself finally overbalance the inactive construct, and I fall flat on my face, crushing the recently-defeated attacker beneath me.
"Well," I mumble into the ground, "as much as I appreciate finally managing to connect with one of these guys, either one of you want to help me up?"