They come down on our level just to fuck with us? Surely it can't be that hard to stick a knife in one next time they try it.

[ She hadn't had her wits about her on the boat, yet. That's what she's telling herself. And here? She can't figure out a target that would be worth the effort. ]

Ain't like they're just gonna be handin' that information away. [ Her unspoken question being: what are you planning to do about it, then? ]