"I don't think you'll attack me. I think you'll try and stop me." She lifts her chin slightly, trying to put nobility on her anger. It doesn't really matter, she knows, because she already looked sad and dramatic back at the date auction, and that's undercut any seriousness anyone will lend her.

She wraps her hand around the spring of the bear trap. "Surprised you're not trying to get yourself killed already in protest."