[She holds up her hand and looks at her fingers. The wounds have somehow closed, but she remembers the way the knife cut through her skin.]

We were attacked. [She responds quickly, her brow furrowing. She makes a solid attempt to look upset. Afraid. She stares at the ground, and crosses her arms over her chest.]

She murdered my brother. ['She' being Lucille. Oops.] She did it... with such ease. Oh, it was terrible. I held him as he died, you see.