"Hey," she says, trying to keep her voice light even as she's still flexing her fingers. "It's not every day I go crazy and try to kill you, right?" And there's an upwards lilt to that last word, one that is remarkably close to panic. It's her trying to somehow make sense of this. "So, you know, no harm, no foul, and all of that." Even though it was really obvious that there was harm, she just didn't know what to say.