[ Oh, don't get her wrong. There are still tear trails on her face, which she wipes away with the back of her hand. She's quiet for a moment, pulling a hairband off her wrist and using it to tie up her long, long hair. It seems the white ribbon she usually wears is a separate piece.

There's a very tense quality to the air around her, as if it might catch fire just to get away.

Moving slowly, she steps through the kitchen, stopping only to locate, and pick up, a cast-iron skillet.

Her smile is nothing but sweet, which is what frankly makes it so frightening. ]

It really was a joke! Well, I think our senses of humor are pretty different, so I don't really get it. So...

[ Monika cants her head. ]

If you don't move, I'll replace your head with this skillet, because I'd really like to leave, and I'm sure the rest of us would, too! So, would you mind getting out of our way?