Rage bubbled up in her as he threatened the knife. For some reason it infuriated her more even than his threats to her or the ship, especially when he spoke in that almost sing song way that transformed into something hard and threatening and challenging. A little shudder went through her, and the twisted grin returned to her face. Even though his words infuriated her, this was exactly what she needed, to see him trying to bait her the same way she'd been baiting him. It took you long enough to show your true colors, Scotty. "Give me enough time, and you'll be begging to tell me where that knife is," she answered, voice calm as she contemplated her next move. "And if you didn't, if I had to kill you, it might be worth the explosion... Just to hear you scream."

She took a moment to enjoy this image, still watching him with cold amusement. She couldn't quite tell with Scotty - she never could - but she was fairly certain that he was on board with her method of entertainment, and while she very much hoped she didn't end up dead, she could scarcely bring herself to care. She wanted to cause pain... and she wanted to feel pain. Feigning distraction for a moment, she moved towards him again, this time coming in low and then shooting upwards, one knife slashing at his legs while the other was aimed at his chest.