"You think I'm gonna stand here and watch this when I might have the only card we can actually use?" Marian asked, her voice a low hiss, as though he were still in the room to hear them. "When he looks at the two of you, all he wants to do is break you and hurt you. When he looks at me- well, he's got different ideas." Marian felt like anger was running through her at the helplessness of the situation. But this was maybe something she could do, and it might work. Maybe. "I don't trust him as far as Little John could throw him, but maybe I can at least be a distraction."