[That's more honest than she expects. I don't kill people who don't give me a good reason. That sounds like... well, it's the life she lives. It's the life Joel pretends to.]

[She shoves the knife into her back pocket.]

Fine, whatever. If you start shit... [She'll do what, exactly?] Whatever.

[She folds her arms, not a good position for combat. Subconsciously, she's trying to comfort herself.]

I dunno shit about this place. Whenever I think I got something, it changes. This wall used to be a staircase.