She's like roiling liquid between him and the wall, less distinct and less solid where the light doesn't touch--but under his fist, where he keeps the light trained on her, she's solid enough to pin and crush. She's not as strong as him, and he's probably realized by now that she's not particularly well-versed in combat against someone who can defend himself. The light makes her squint and hiss and kick out wildly, but it's nowhere near the reaction the previous shade had to the enhanced laser on his rifle's scope.

She struggles, finds that she can't reach a part of him tender enough to make him let go. Her breathing becomes more rapid and panicky, her movements more clumsy as she seems to struggle to get enough oxygen. Gasping, she goes limp.

If he believes the act, she'll try to give him a faceful of claws the moment he moves either the light or his metal hand off of her.