[It's not her intention to trap him, she knows perfectly well he can leave through that window whenever he wants as she never locks the damn thing. There's no reason to do so, she's never had any reason to be bothered by something or someone trying to come into her room. It never mattered.

The question is what stops her pacing, chest heaving with almost panicked breaths before she's taking control of what she can. Close your eyes, focus on your breathing, in a rhythm...

Right. Right right right, this is what she's supposed to do. Keep calm. Remain calm. Or try to.]

Just forget I fucking said anything, I know this isn't the conversation you wanna have and I just kinda... brought it up out of fucking nowhere. [At least she sounds calmer than she did, not that she's looking at him, but it's easier to speak and focus on her breaths if she has nothing to look at.]

All I'm gonna do is fuck everything up and get myself hurt if I keep talking or entertaining the idea of any of this shit, right? So it's better if I just. Don't. And stop right where the fuck I am.