Well, her son's still got his independent veneer. That's enough of a cue for Eva to shift her attention. Her omnicomm's already in hand, not to use for its technological capabilities but because it'll add a decent amount of weight to her hand.

"You," she growls as she rushes in, "you are not allowed to take your pathetic little inferiority complex out on my son."

And with that she swings a forceful and surprisingly competent right-cross at Big Zero's nose.