[ She pushes him backwards towards the wall, grip tightening on his wrist as her other hand goes to his other arm, looking to hold him in place. And then she twists, just a little. She's aware enough to know that she doesn't want to kill him or even hurt him badly (she's not entirely sure why, really, because she killed everyone last time, she just knows that this is different, this is a different place and she's not killing anyone today, that was important). So it's calculated, not enough to break anything but sharp enough that it should make him think twice about holding onto anything, including a gun. ]
What did you do? [ Somewhere, some small part of her is aware that if she could stop panicking about it this would be the clearest her mind has been in months, but - well, she can't stop the panicking. ]
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What did you do? [ Somewhere, some small part of her is aware that if she could stop panicking about it this would be the clearest her mind has been in months, but - well, she can't stop the panicking. ]