[Freezing in place, her hands held awkwardly in front of her with her partially tuned fiddle and bow (and thus unable to reach for her shiv without being completely obvious about it, damn it all), Jacky rolled her shoulders and slumped a bit, trying to make herself seem completely harmless.]

A'ight, a'ight, i's'alright, yeah? Look, I'm not a threat, just a girl trying to tune her fiddle. [As she talked, she took better stock of the woman standing before her, and she didn't like what she saw.] Hey, you're hurt, aye? You should get one of the loblolly's to look at it, yeah? Don't want to take infection, take it from me.