As he started speaking, a deep breath was released and it was obvious that he wasn't going to attack her. Her knife slid back into its hidden place beneath her sweater and she turned to look at him.
A faint frown crossed her lips. "I should hope that you weren't." She replied lightly, almost as if it meant nothing.
Her eyes met his steadily as he started to talk about her nightmares. She turned so that she could face him easier, resting her legs Indian style. "Yes." She replied cautiously, and the look on his face made her frown.
After a moment or two, she released a soft sigh. "You don't have to leave if you don't want to." She said gently. "I wasn't..going to attack you. I just strongly dislike being snuck upon."