Her range of emotions warred within her as the suddenly-not-as-hot brainwashed psychopath pulled out a knife. It was clear that he knew how to use it, but that wasn't something she'd ever doubted. It'd been easy to see that he was super serious about this secret organization thing from the beginning. That he was a (really attractive) idiot that didn't seem to get that his defcon 1 rules didn't apply here was what drew her into messing with him in the first place.
But she'd always reacted one of two ways to 'scared shitless,' and she knew, even as she pulled her legs up to her chest and leaned more heavily back into the headboard, that this time it was going to be the really, really stupid one. Again.
"But you don't have yours." She said, voice shaking audibly. She was about to call his fucking bluff; she had every right to be afraid. "From all the stuff you've been saying, you're the weapon. And if you don't have you're kill switch, you're kind of stuck." She took a deep breath, mustering all of the courage that she had to look him in the eye. At least if he killed her, she'd come back with a really weird story to tell. "So you can threaten me all you want, but the fact that your hydra's not here to give you the go-ahead tells me that you're practically impotent." She used the last bit of bravado to look down at his pants, smirking dirtily. "In only one way, I hope.