[For a moment, Mary's hands twitch against the pockets of her dress. The palette knife from the gallery had made it here with her, and... she doesn't want to have to use it, but if someone really did try to attack her here...
--No, it's okay. It won't come to that. She'll make sure of that.]
Yeah, but... you don't know me either. Maybe I'm dangerous, too.
[There's a pause to let the words hang there, as if asking herself that as she says it, and then--]
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--No, it's okay. It won't come to that. She'll make sure of that.]
Yeah, but... you don't know me either. Maybe I'm dangerous, too.
[There's a pause to let the words hang there, as if asking herself that as she says it, and then--]