Her arms go up again. This was getting annoying and more than a little frustrating. What was going on that people were so ready to turn against each other like this? Sure she had gone along with the whole training and stupid performance thing, but the reality was she was not about to become the monster they so desperately wanted.

"You're on edge, I'm making bandages and maybe cleaning wounds before you die of necrosis." Her look is hard as her arms come down again. "I don't kill. It's not who I am or who I will be no matter what they try and throw at me."