Marian wasn't even thinking about the future possibility of hacking. She could focus only on the right now. "I won't do anything dumb," she promised. "I just want to cut the fruit up."
She slowly drew a knife from the block nearby and silently cut the fruit into manageable slices. She wanted everything to be as easy as possible for them, and she tried to ignore the way her hands were shaking.
Every moment the Sheriff didn't flip out and grab her, was another moment of surprising peace.
As she walked towards the kettle each step was deliberate and careful, moving quietly like a dog expecting a beating. She didn't want to be in any way surprising, didn't want to give him any excuse for this delicate ceasefire to break.
She stood, arms crossed, and watched the floor as the kettle boiled.