Well, if that didn't move him, she was going to do it again and again, harder every time until it did. Even if it bruised her arm and hurt her shoulder while doing it. <"You and the priest are the only sods who believe in sanctuary. There's no such thing as sanctuary anywhere. Especially not in a stupid boat chapel.">
Okay. So he wasn't going to let her out. So the first thing that sprang to mind was this. She turned away from him and strode back across the room... And then she broke a gun safety law because one of the glocks was leveled at his head. Of course the safety was still on and her finger was so far from the trigger he'd be able to tackle her if he wanted to... Cath was not something she was prepared to destroy and that was major.
But there was a deadness to her eyes that might have argued the other way, <"Get out. Do it alone. I'll not be a part of it."> This was what amounted to pure and utter fucking panic. This was how she panicked. The comfort of a gun.