[ Monika narrows her eyes at the knife, then at him. That might be an issue. ]

I think you're mistaken.

[ She twists around him and places her palms on the desk, one of them directly on top of the drawing, leaning in to settle her glare on him. ] You might think you weren't meant to be here. You might even think you weren't meant to stay.

[ A slow smirk spreads across her lips. ] But I don't really think you have a choice.