A Little Breathing Room....

You have no idea what story to tell, and you need to buy a little more time, also you figure you need her to at least respect you a little or else she may try to escape outside of your house a little earlier and your not exactly in the mood to try to track down someone in the real world. So you wait for a minute and as her gaze shifts away from you slightly, you swing forward, knocking Needle out of her hand.

As it rolls across the floor, you both grab for it.

However, your quicker and soon the tables have turned as now you have the surprisingly real feeling sword at her throat as you stand up. She still glares at you defiantly as you say “I’ll explain everything, but I’m not doing it with a damn sword pointed at me.”

You pause and then gesture towards the box she came from “Now sit over there, and we can talk.”

She doesn’t move for a bit, but as you move the sword a bit closer to her neck,a little flash of fear comes across her face before she spits out the next word like a curse.

“Fine.”

She gets up slowly and then moves back until she’s finally sitting down on the box.

You then place the sword down a few feet away from you, and continue to talk to her saying “Now once we’re done talking, you can take back the sword, but if you reach for it before we finish, then I’ll reach for it as well, and I’m closer to it and faster than you. You understand?”

You see several emotions cross over her face, a bit of surprise, a flash of relief, and then suspicion as once again her eyes get the fierce quality they had a minute ago. She tenses and you can see that even now she's thinking of scrambling for Needle Eventually though she settles down and says “I understand”

One step forward you think, but still have ways to go.

Ah, well you wanted a challenge, and you got one.

“Good." you say " Now to about your earlier questions….”

You pause as thought you bought a few seconds of time; you’re going to have to tell her something about who you are and where she is. Then a second thought comes across your mind as you wonder if you should ask her what the last thing she remembers is. Maybe there’s a pre-programmed backstory you can access that way, then again if it’s something you don’t like, you’ll have to live with it.

Eventually you reach a decision as you speak and say….