[ she reaches out quickly, gripping his wrist holding the bottle. her grasp isn't particularly tight, but it's firm to get his attention. ]

Do not misunderstand.

[ her device lies between them untouched, but the same automated voice comes from it. her fingers tighten around his wrist. ]

I wasn't careless, I am not careless. [ her hand trembles, a flicker-flash of pain. ] He had something that belonged to me. I had no choice.