She hadn't taken her hands off Zetta, and flop forward as he might, he's still just a tome-a big heavy one, but she's a big girl. So when he flops onto her feet, it's not with the greatest of momentum. It's a bit painful, but she's not exactly hopping away.

She pauses and then asks. "So if I put my foot on you now, would you have to surrender, having been vanquished?" Oh, it sounds innocent enough, sure, but there's no way she can say that without a hint of sarcasm. If she had a parasol, she might use it to hide her amusement.