Andrew disappears in the midst of the metal, fighting his way free. Then again. Once more, fighting partially free, before he disappears. There's plenty of energy to draw on, but she also seems to have an almost limitless reserve, and he wonders just how like grandfather she is.
Taking a deep breath before he submerges, Andrew goes under, and seems to be buried entirely. Then that continues - before he flexes, sending metal flying. He bears more scratches and deeper cuts, but he's free to draw breath, at least for the moment, and keeps siphoning power off of her.
"Can't handle having your precious agenda criticized?" He can't reach her, and he's certainly not going to fling metal at her - but he can try and force mistakes from her, and try and take what she dishes out while he keeps seeing just how unlimited her power source is.
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