[her fingers tighten around the handle of her knife, knuckles white, and for the first time that morning her detached expression begins to crumble. frustration, irritation, and anger, all directed at him and at his stupid stupid confession. him stupidly getting himself killed at the final hour, when she had tried so hard to protect him]
[and then there's the uncertainty, her hand beginning to tremble as she draws her knife]
no subject
[and then there's the uncertainty, her hand beginning to tremble as she draws her knife]
[she's balking]