[It's a short phrase, but one that makes dark anger flash across her face again. Why does he keep fighting her?]

That's where you're going to end up if you don't stop being such a pathetic coward. Are you even capable of controlling yourself? [She stares him down and does nothing to staunch the light flow of blood. It's nowhere near as serious as his other hand, anyway, so Rita doubts it's much to worry about.]