[The deafening absence of her magic is mess to unsort once she's not trapped in a room with this guy. She drops her hands, ignoring his questions to try the door, as if he hadn't just. She presses a palm against the wood, trying to sense something, anything.
no subject
There's nothing.]
You don't happen to have a knife, do you?
[She looks over her shoulder at him.]
I'll do it. I'm not going to hurt you.