She let his hand slide along hers, pulling it back towards her, grateful for the touch. Hoping he didn't take it amiss that she'd let go, a minute ago.

"I wanted him to hurt," she said, nodding along with what he said. "He didn't seem like he did, so I was gonna hurt him. That's ... not really good-guy-ish of me. So I should be glad Tseng stopped me. It just ... feels like I wimped out, instead. Like I'm too much of a good guy, too nice, too kind. I'd just put the gun down and be sad you were dead and ... I didn't want that."