Terezi catches the container when he tosses it back, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. She wraps the water back up in the parachute, attaching it back to her waist. Tight ropes don't scare her any more than balancing on the tree branches back home. Heights and coordination never were much of a concern.

The mention of no trial has the smirk disappearing, though. She doesn't like the thought of murder with no reason. It doesn't sit right with her--and probably never will, she knows. But this isn't a game. There aren't any other options here, so she knows that she needs to get used to this fast. No matter how uneasy the thought makes her.

"Clear like crystal," she responds, a rare bit of seriousness in her tone. "But in return, I'd like a little trust of my own. I have no intention of attacking you, I'll be straight with you from the start. But if I ask you to consider something, I'd like you to hear me out before running to the slaughter. This is not a trial, but that doesn't exclude an attempt at strategy."