Bullshit. [The very idea that there won't be that kind of threat is ludicrous. There's always the threat. There always was, even before she knew about it.

She points to the wall.] It doesn't matter if it's people inside or outside. Someone's going to start shit, and then there'll be blood. It won't be mine.

[ Live. That's the one thing anyone she's ever cared about has told her to do: live. She's not going to let them down again.]