So that's ineffective. Her eyes flick around looking for another weapon, but she comes up short. At least she knows she'll still come back if she dies, she thinks with resignation. But she doesn't want to do that again!

The thought--and having the person responsible for it in front of her--have her straighten her back and unconsciously broaden her shoulders.

She's scared, sure. She's mad too.

"Yeah, because you killed me! What was that for?!"