Of course I could kill you, that's obvious-- but I won't. And I'm vulnerable in this form, you could kill me right now. But you won't, either.

[ She's glanced away to aim her frown at the dashboard. This isn't quite how she pictured her gift being accepted, and she's not sure how it went wrong. She sighs, and both arms fold over her chest. ]

There's nothing gripping my mind. Aside from irritation, maybe.