She gasped when he grabbed her, staring up at him, eyes wide with fear. The things he could do to her right now. Soft and slow and gently breaking her down or quick and rough and tearing her apart. Which way would he go, or another way entirely? She didn't know. This wasn't Hal, her trusted friend, this was him, the other side, the one he was so afraid of surfacing ever again. And he was mere inches from her. "No," she whispered, but everything about her from the tone of her voice down to her very demeanor made it oh so obvious that her resolve was breaking. Katherine was never a strong person, not in the moral sense. She was selfish and focused on one thing for all of her five centuries: Survival, specifically her own. "please, you just have to understand, this is what he told me would happen. But it doesn't have to be like this." But then that threat. That so very well-placed suggestion that he turn her. "I don't want to be like you." she said, her tone almost a low growl.
She saw it, that switch when he jumped back as if he'd touched fire. He was Hal now and he was making so much sense, but going against everything she'd been told before and this was all so confusing. "Hal..." she stared at him, lost and utterly alone in trying to make a choice. But instead, her mouth formed different words, words she likely shouldn't have spoken. "If you hurt me, Elijah would have no problem ripping you apart." A challenge. And one she had no basis for in that moment because Elijah was very definitely nowhere near enough to save her. But she had to try. One more bargaining chip. One last ditch efforrt before she gave up. Gave in. Because if nothing else, she knew. She knew it would kill her. And wouldn't it be better to give him what he asked for and live than keep resisting and die?