She lowers her box cutter, a sigh of relief big enough to push the fog away from her lips rolling out of her. "Guy! Thank God."

Not that she doesn't have to fight, but that he's alright. She slips the box cutter away and puts a hand to her lower back, which is gently oozing blood and plasma again.

"No face-stabbing. Got it. I think I'll be able to contain myself."