Then fucking go! [Everybody leaves anyway, why should this be different?] You're not special, man. Everybody does this shit.

[She turns away, climbing one-armed up the counter to grab... a hanging frying pan. Not a knife. She can't make herself, though she intended to take it. She just- she just can't.]

I'm sooo fucking trustworthy, holy shit. I've never killed a fucking fly. I just talk about how goddamn strong I am. Totally fucking normal shit, here! [She begins stuffing the pan into her pack.]