She starts to contemplate an attack the longer he takes to fiddle with that strange device, knowing the longer she leaves him be the more time he has to come up with a better strategy. But still, to charge in would be suicidal, even if her ankle didn't feel so weak.

"I'm glad you didn't assume it then," she moves as she speaks, slowly, steadily, until she feels broken stone under her feet. Then, when he looks down she moves down, fluid as water, to grab a stone. As she stands it's thrown, aimed for his face. And then she scoops up another stone. Best to break his concentration. "But don't be so sure, so quickly"