"Just what are you trying to accomplish?" she asks, venom coating her words, now fully facing this hand-me-drowned idiot with the cleaver in his direction now.

"I don't need some coward who can't even speak properly tell me to stop what I'm doing in hopes he can find another to take this bait for him. All just for to sate his curiosity? It's only fitting for the cat to die in that instance."

She's done trying to play nice with this boy. Was she ever, really? Probably not, but she certainly seems to think she was.