[In times of great distress, the humour slips out. It's sarcasm, mostly.] Have you ever known me to be reckless?

[Bloody Gryffindors - Five doesn't need to know that. She has been impressed enough by the reminder of her own mortality to not go out of her way and get herself killed, this time. If her magic isn't working, she must figure out why. Maybe there's a curse going around, or maybe she's tampered down by whatever made her blend in with the city life.

Either way, she won't run charging.]

...do stop staring at my chest, Five. You're being intense and it's getting creep - oh. [She reaches up and scratches the centre of her chest, suddenly aware that this is where the knife would've hit her. A quick and anti-climactic death.]