It starts slowly at first: the tip of Nimona's tail twitches to one side. Then the other. Then a bigger arc, sweeping the dirt (and a few wayward pieces of salami) off the cobblestones as the wagging picks up in earnest.

"Whoa," she breathes, reverent. "Metal. That's the kind of villainy that'd wreck the Kingdom so bad..."

She trails off there, lost in a happy (and probably very bloody) daydream.