"Are you serious? You're the one too scared to take me hand to hand." She twirls the shiv in her hand to get a sense of the weight of it, but then she stops her retreat, holding ground just far enough from the trees that it would be difficult to use them as part of the battlefield.

"Besides, 'little girl'? You really want to be highlighting your old age here in front of the cameras?" Now she takes a step towards Molotov (like two tidal waves seeking to clap over the same sandbar).