"...I wasn't actually going to kill you again. Just. For the record." She sighs again, sitting back in her seat and loosely folding her arms. Her leg bounces restlessly. "I— mmm."

Her head drops back over the back of the chair and she stares up at the ceiling, biting back the lingering frustration at both Gil and, more importantly, at herself. She's not actually proud of that display.

She lifts her head again after a moment. "...yeah. Sure. Okay. That's— evenish, I guess."