"Actually he has, you complete imbecile." The feigned superior protest came even as she squirmed against his grip, the unsheathed knife in her waistband dug into her side with each twist of her body scratching at her hip and drawing some blood but with him holding her up and her legs still throbbing she barely noticed.

So it wasn't entirely true, but Vala couldn't remember exactly what he'd said and she was well practiced in twisting interpretations to suit her needs. Despite her own weariness and exhaustion she kicked and flailed her legs at him as he reached for the knife, aiming for his crotch. Her own free hand reached for the knife at the same time, managing to grasp the handle underneath his hand with the blade held dangerously close to her side and angled towards it. If he made a grab at it now it was likely to stab her.