“It wasn’t an accusation,” Noa replies. Gin’s insistence that it wasn’t her is about as good as naming herself aware of the shit that had gone down with Sonny, making herself culpable for some of it. Loyalty is a funny thing though, and part of Noa feels bad that Gin’s too stupid to not have walked away from her no good man and his schemes before it pulled her in too.
Noa lets herself get pushed aside when Gin moves, banking on Gin’s single-minded forward motion while she retrieves her knife and flips it open, wordlessly trying to get Addie’s attention before she pivots and takes a swipe at Gin’s arm just above the elbow, the one with the knife to Violet’s throat. There’s a 50/50 chance it will work, but that’s better odds than trying to talk Gin out of her crazy, so by the way she’s weighing risks it worth it.
“Don’t mean you didn’t know,” she says, dropping into a more defensive stance now that she might’ve really poked the bear.