He takes another step closer, and there's nowhere for Mina to go - she's already wedged against the sink again, and even though her nudity is covered, the ripped lace that served as her underwear is still dangling about her knees. She steps carefully out of the ruin of them as she contemplates making a run past him for her phone, left on the console table of the entryway of her flat.

"...You don't sound as though your mind is made up about me after all," she challenges him quietly, trying to think as fast as she can on her feet. "Am I useful to you, or have I outlived my purpose?"