"Not gonna happen." Briefly she wondered who it was who had agreed to it.
Also she felt slightly offended. "I do have it in me you know, more than most here. I'm a murderer after all. Which is why I won't let anyone else sink to my level."
Another thought occurred to her and she glanced at him. "Not that I'm putting ideas in your head, but is there a reason you can't kill yourself?"
Again his gaze met hers and again she had to swallow hard at the sight. Slowly she brought out her gun, but didn't aim it, just sat with it on her lap, her fingers loosely curled around the weapon.
"Do you want to die? I don't just mean do you think you should, do you want to?"