[Miranda's fingers twitch around the knife and her eyes are filled with concern. Why would he think she would need it? He wouldn't--She wouldn't--There was just no need for it.
The pressure on her hand stings and the angle he's holding it is more than uncomfortable, but Miranda doesn't say anything. Her features pinch from the discomfort, and her other hand clenches at the material of her leg. The suction on her would feels like it's pulling at the edges, making it bigger--stinging and just a bit of burning.
A pained little noise escapes her throat, but otherwise she's quiet.]