[She looks rattled, and she whips her head around to see Faith. Her eyes are wide and scared and have none of the usual cool exterior she tends to show strangers. Rather, she looks like a wounded and frightened animal.]

I didn't do that. Or, I didn't mean to do that. I just... [She's been in a lot of pain, and she got it in her head that cutting her hand off would fix it.

She wants to say that she's fine, she'll be okay, Ange doesn't need to bother, but she can feel the pain bubbling back up so all she does is wince.] I thought it'd make the pain stop, I think. This month's latest curse, I guess. They want me to spill something, blood of secrets.