She cries out in fear as Molotov comes at her, and kicks out desperately in an attempt to keep Molotov away from her.

"Don't! Oh, I can be useful - I can - oh, please -"

She tries to grab the knife, but to no avail, and she doubles over in pain, screaming out her agony as the knifeplunges into her. Her legs are unsteady; she'd fall, if not for the support from Tom as he pulls her back to cover her mouth. Too late she realises that he is yet another person she can't trust. She sobs quietly, and snot drips from her nose onto his hand, and she closes her eyes, already dizzy, waiting for the death blow.