For a long moment that's how Daisy stays, focused on her pulse and on the beats of quiet in between, grounding herself in the space where it all overlaps. It's hard not to think of how this need for control she's always had all comes back to that day, but there's no use to be found in such thoughts—though that makes them no easier to deny.

Exhaling, she murmurs, "I could kill you."

It's not a threat.