"I don't know," she muses. "You have to wonder what kind of strength they have. They're little plastic people; what damage can they do?"

She doesn't point out that she's immortal, and even run through with a plastic pitchfork, it'd merely ruin her outfit.

Which would make her frown.

Frowning Moon is bad.

"For the moment, they seem content to just watch us." She kisses his cheek from her perch. "Giddy-up, Indy!"