[ Gaunt bristles for a moment, and then his face and posture relaxes. He across crosses to her, almost in blade's reach. He's not smiling, but the anger is gone, replaced by curiosity and genuine concern. ]
It strikes me I've been asking the wrong questions. And for that I'll apologize. You... aren't exactly practicing. Not at this time, in this place. So what are you trying to cut? What are you doing out here in the first place? You look very angry, and that's not precisely a good state of mind when we're already imprisoned indefinitely.