[needing a moment to stop herself from saying something she'll regret, she bites the inside of her cheek hard before answering]
Are you asking me to threaten you? What would be the point of that? A heathen xeno can't possibly have any use for my belongings—or 'junk', as you put it. [slowly and deliberately:] It would be far less trouble to simply bring it back to me. I won't stand for games.