[Daisy shrugs at that,]

I remember how disorienting it was when I first arrived here. I fought the first person I came across.

[She leans her hip against the counter, remembering how that first day felt in her body. How many different emotions she experienced in such a short amount of time.]

So I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt.

[And then, in a firm, yet gentle tone…]

Don’t make me regret it.

[It’d be great if he put the knife down now.]

Where are you from, Carver?