It was very, very lucky for Jack that she was not a violent person, yes.
"But if they started handing out name tags, I'd write 'Inigo Montoya - you killed my father. Prepare to die' on mine and we'd be no better off," she said softly, hoping the joke made sense. Only if you imagined it as one of the Hello My Name Is tags. "I s-suppose we could s-sue if we could prove psychological d-damage but o-otherwise it'd be the morgue and associated families suing for the o-organs but the whole b-building would need to b-be on board for the other bit I think... It's b-been awhile since I read my parents' law books th-though."
"M-mine's very... discomforting, really. It's n-nice, smells f-fine but I keep hearing l-laughter and I think I'm alone on m-my f-floor." She bit her bottom lip. Jack was making her extremely uncomfortable and she didn't know how to deal with it to be perfectly honest. So, instead Dorcas just sort of stepped towards the stairs and hoped he would give up, "You guys d-don't have to c-come with me. If you d-don't want to."
Her own stuttering was starting to annoy her... Trials of being shy and under-socialized.