[ Her chest closes with a quiet creak, when the knife is put away she feels like she can rest easy again. She sits back on top of it, feeling safer when the whole of her weight is keeping it shut.

She's been listening the whole time-- she's got a sort of confused look on her face.]

I can be mean, and I've done bad things before. But I don't have any reason not to be nice to you.

[ Good people, bad people, no one was ever the sum of their capabilities at face value. She's never been able to think of anything, let alone a personality in absolutes. ]

Oh, but I also have no reason to lie to you. You're my friend! And you're a girl! So you can trust me and I can trust you.