[Good. Keep scrambling back. She presses forward. She's really not an intimidating site, though she supposes, the armor changes all that.] I can't do that. You came on to our territory. You came here looking to hurt people I care about, and I'm tired of people I love being killed. How do I know, if I let you go, you won't just run and tell the Red Room what you've seen here?
We didn't get a choice about being attacked. Why should I give you one about your consequences?
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We didn't get a choice about being attacked. Why should I give you one about your consequences?