What ploy? [This is growing uncomfortable; for the first time Mari begins to attempt to struggle, rocking side to side. If she has to lose an arm to get free, well, she's paid higher prices before.]

I didn't only claim to support The Hour. I did!

[She struggles again, then bares her teeth, opening her working eye to focus on Rayna. She can't lash out; an unfortunate side effect of either her Otherness or her psychology, she's not sure which. Physically harming another makes her so ill that she can't stand it. But her hands turn into shaking fists and she glares as hard as she can, like if she glares hard enough she'll develop laser beams.] So make it happen, bitch. Fucking kill me if you're going to. Kill me or get off. Kill someone who can't fight back. Do it. I'm so fucking tired of you people making threats. One of you has to come through sometime.