[ She's grateful for the... almost normalcy with which he treats this. He could have prodded with more questions, or shown more dismay, but he didn't — and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. Perhaps he's merely being considerate of her feelings... but she'd like to believe that it's because he's simply a kind person. Predictably, as he extracts the knife from her, she makes little movement, truthfully not even able to feel the blade as it slips from her skin. ]

Yes... I was unaware of this, also.

[ She murmurs, voice quiet — and now that the knife business and the escaping business are taken care of, she's able to comfortably resume keeping her hands folded in front of her proper. She turns to face him again, ]

But I have you to thank, for helping me as you did — despite my... circumstances. [ She's not sure how else to refer to the state of her body, having notmuch experience with needing to talk about it in such an up front way with others. Her head dips all the same in a formal show of her gratitude. ] My apologies for the inconvenience.