He wrapped a hand around her wrist, and she couldn't even try to pull away as he pried the knife out of her shaky grip. The knives were out of her reach now, and though she had a more she didn't have the inclination to reach for them. Scotty was no longer important, any concern she had for what he might do drowned out by the screaming in her head, by the walls wavering around her. Her hands clenched and unclenched uselessly. She let out a soft sound of fear at his words, eyes darting around the turbolift in growing panic. "It's too small," she choked out, too afraid now to remember that she couldn't let Scotty see this. "We'll be crushed if we don't suffocate first. I have to get out..."