[ She'd like to point out that they'd have to be feeling up to sex to have another mid-sex interrogation, but then he pulls off his shirt, and any grumbling complaints get cut off at the pass. Concern immediately wrinkles her brow, and she leans in and down to draw a careful finger across it. It doesn't look life-threatening, at least... and it's definitely old news.

She sighs. ]

I can't believe they started coming with fucking knives, who taught them to use tools? [ She makes a face, but Sigma's spared the concerned anger of last time. He came forward with it on his own, after all. ] Guess it's for the best I was out, I probably would've killed him. Again.

[ If she'd grabbed a lady a little too hard for biting, there's no way she'd have let a stabber live after that, when she'd gotten even worse. ]