She isn't expecting to be interrupted. She should've been - but her attention is fully focused on the woman, and it shocks her, to be pulled away from finishing the job by someone. Her eyes jump up to Squalo's as she staggers a step or two in his direction, away from Tamara's body. Fuck, this is not how this was supposed to go.

Her instincts jump in at this point. Without hesitation, she lets the knife drop from her hand, and adopts a frightened expression. "This isn't what it looks like. Look, I'm not crazy, okay? Why would I hurt this lady? I don't even know her." She tries to look as small as possible, waiting for his grip on her arm to loosen in the slightest.