My thing. [Blake looks at her skeptically, because yeah, no, she doesn't know the circumstances at all. He can't be sure if she's honestly confused or if she's just trying to make him feel better, or a mix of both, but does it matter?]

I don't know. I don't even remember if they were armed. [Now he's looking at her directly, not avoiding her gaze. It's probably not fair that he's dumping this on her, but, well. She did ask.] I remember being in a hurry. I remember acting on instinct, to get them off me as quickly as I could. Then they were dead.