"No," she said, hugging herself tightly. "But it could be any of you." Not Finn, obviously, but someone else. She shrugged, not looking away from him because she couldn't, because if he is going to hurt her, she'd want to see it coming. "So, do you know if you're going to kill me yet?" Her voice wavers a little when she says it, but she doesn't look away, and her eyes weirdly aren't accusing, just... it's that same tiredness.