[ The enclosed quarters do her no favors, and neither do the soldiers rushing by to address the aftermath of the dragon's ice attack. Some of them may even be happy if the outsiders take one another out in a domestic. They make no move to help, and their proximity makes it impossible for Vanessa to successfully sidestep or duck under his arm.

She has her dagger, but there's hesitance in using it that she hasn't known before. Once, she might have been more willing to strike for him, but she doesn't want to think it's so lost as that. It's only for the proximity that Vanessa can't attempt a proper kick or punch.

Her free hand grabs for his, circling his wrist, but her grip his gentle even as his tightens. Any fear that shows in her wide eyes is for what this will do to him. Even still, she hopes she can let this spectre see reason, even as he twists the Doctor's expression in a way she hopes to never see directed at her again. ]

He isn't willing, not for the violence ahead. You want...a killer. I am, I always— [ A weakened gasp with her raspy voice, and the grip on the knife hanging at her side tightens, but she scarcely blinks. ] —always have been. Always willing.

[ She shudders. ]

He will...resist you. I won't.

[ If all it wants is to slay the enemy, then she'll kill however many it wishes if it keeps the Doctor's hands clean. ]