That's it, Nyri thought at the end of his speech. This stalkerish behaviour was too much. If she got hurt, fine. If she had to drag herself home, fine. So be it. The girl's eyes flashed orange and she slammed her knee up, aiming at his junk and force him to let go. Wincing in pain, she let his hand tighten on her injured shoulder, forcibly trying to drive her saber closer to his heart. Her eyes were dark and she looked half anguished at the murder she was about to commit.