"You've gotta be kidding me, right?" One eyebrow lifts sharply, head canting to one side as she curls the nails of her free hand in against her palm. If his joke didn't pull an exasperated eyeroll from her (it did, shoulders going entirely slack in the process, dropping the line of her gun by an inch at most) this is enough to make even the most convincing argument from him seem like one more shot at trying to push her buttons.

"You can't seriously think I'd be stupid enough to fall for that."

Not while he's holding a knife that could be too-easily flung right into the hardware at her spine, thank you very much: it's literally the oldest trick in the book.