[ She makes a noise - something like disgusted. Oh - threats, is it? ]

I am sorry - I respond one way when people like to press me. But if we are exchanging threats?

[ It's a too fast second, before the knife is drawn, the slide back into the black-water that comes as smooth, like oil over polish metal, trickling down. To stab, directly by Cathaway's leg. Deliberately missing of skin, of that singular body of Cathaway that is anything but, and perhaps that is the only thing that allows it to happen - not that she understands so well, right now, what the Symbiote will and won't do.

Uses it as fulcrum to push herself back up and away completely. Hands removed from her, up onto the balls of her feet and pulling the blade free. ] Clearer now? I do not like doing things by half.