She didn't believe for a moment that that relaxed posture meant his guard was down, but that knowledge just made her more eager to see if she could get past it. Her stomach clenched with the desire to strike out when he momentarily closed his eyes. Just one twist of my knife... It was, all around, a bad idea, but there was no alternative. Not if she was to calm the chaos in her head. Her hands went still for a moment, sure in the knowledge that there was an escape after all, even if that escape meant pain. Even if that escape meant death. "Other ways? Why Scotty, whatever do you have in mind?" she asked, tone lighter now that she felt like there was an outlet for the screaming in her head.

She allowed herself a few moments to enjoy the anticipation of this moment, and felt a very brief regret that if this was the end of it all, she'd never gotten the chance to Captain her own ship. Or to get revenge for her fears. Her expression was calm, almost disinterested, right until the moment that she launched herself off the wall, knife striking in the direction of his lower abdomen.