Rumble rushes towards the machines and slams down on the off switch before the Coldpacitor could form ice around his workshop.
Oh, yeah, I did mention yore name once. I was just talkin' about how more champs should be like you, ma'am, heh. And t'answer yore question, yeah, fur does keep us warm, but it doesn't keep us warm against your cold or my machine!
"If all the champions were like me, I have no doubt that you'd end up very bored, Rumble." Anivia narrows her eyes at the Coldpacitor with distrust. "And be careful with that machine, especially if it can rival my presence. I wouldn't want to come back here and dig you all from the ice." With that she jumps back into the air, leaving the yordles with a feint blanket of mist that slowly settles to the ground.