[ She doesn't expect the knee. Should've expected the knee but didn't and it's enough to wind her that when he grabs her, she curses herself. She didn't want to give him the end and she jerks as the circuits flash. No, no, no.

In the end, it's easier to go with the roll and though she's underneath him now -- she can recover from this. If his hands are on her waist, it frees up her own hands and she scratches upwards, tugging at his shirt and her other hand grabbing for his throat. He's heavier than she expected but she just needs an inch, just an inch. ]

Why are you -- why are you even doing this? If you're angry, I understand, but you can find better solutions that committing the Company's injustices, Fenris! You're so much better than this.

[ She can't help it, she feels so naive saying these things but every time she looks at him -- there's a strong urge to see him do better, be better. She barely knows him but her faith in him feels endless and she can't just write it off. She just wants him to be happy, of all things. ]