He ducked out of her way and jabbed the hilt of his knife into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and causing her to stumble backwards. She snarled at him, furious that she'd missed and somehow even more furious that he wasn't even bothering to retaliate. The blood was thrumming in ears, the world phasing in and out of focus. Her movements weren't quite as coordinated as they should be. I'm here in this goddamn turbolift with Scotty. I'm here on the Enterprise. Her mind refused to listen to her instructions. I need to remind myself that I'm here. Cutting Scotty would've been preferable, but there were most certainly alternatives. She twirled the blade again and then dragged it along the outside of the other arm, drawing a thin line of blood in her flesh. It burned, but the clouds cleared out of her vision. I'm right here. She laughed, the sound cold and hollow. "So afraid of a little pain, Scotty? I don't expect generosity from you... I expect you to fight back. I promise not to kill you," she taunted, but made no move to attack again. Not yet, anyway.