[She waits for something else, for more than just that terse nod. When she gets nothing, she draws a hand back to slap him.]
You're going to explain yourself. I'm not giving you a choice. I may not kill you, but I can damn well bleed you. Start giving me answers, or I will burn your fucking world to the ground. And don't think I can't, because there is no such thing as 'nothing to lose.'