Ariel extracted the handful of forks and a softball from sports class that she'd shoved into her bag and frowned, because they didn't seem like the greatest weapons in the world. So she gave a quick look around the cabin and, never one to avoid destruction if it could be helpful, reached for a chair around the table and promptly smashed it on the floor enough that she could pull off a leg from it, which she then brandished with a helpful sort of pride.

Much better.