[An unsteady step, and another as she sways onward a few more feet-- the gap between them now would be nothing for her to close in a heartbeat.
But she doesn't, and her nails are starting to dig into her palms. Her head stays down, she doesn't dare look yet-- it won't be the same eventual death she sees everywhere, but the woman's immediate end at her hands. Despite how strangled her throat feels, words come out surprisingly easy after a tense silence, though heavy and low]