out of one's box

Then she got a leg behind my knee and crash! I'm on the floor and she's flying on top of me, screaming like a maniac. I cover my face, trying to take deep breaths and all of a sudden she's flush on me, her mouth at my ear, laughing like hell with her fingers working on my ribs. Then I'm laughing too. "You're out of your box, girl," I say.

And Christ anyway, you trust her judgment? She's out of her box man. Fried.