[ He winces and raises his arms to try and catch her, stammering incoherently. Don't do that, so thinks the paranoid death-magnet, that's the way you fall and break your neck--

It's fine. Death's nicer here. ]

That's it? You'd just...go with it? [ Incredulously. Baffled. ] Look, I don't wanna freak you, but that's how you get yourself killed. These guys...how can we be sure they know everything about us like that?