The moment the knife embeds in the door, she grabs her gun. It's pressed against his stomach as he grabs her throat. Her other hand grips his wrist... for what little good that will do.

Her eyes are sharp, staring at his as she gives him the chance to come to his senses and let go. As soon as he does, she thumbs the safety on her gun and holsters it. She releases his wrist and reaches over her shoulder for the knife. Pulling it free, she flips it in her hand and holds it handle first to him. "Conditioning is a bitch. I think this is yours."