Not badly hurt would probably have been more accurate; Agatha shut her eyes briefly and remembered the flames. She was pretty sure most of this morning's bruises were from that alone, and as furious as it had made her, she probably could have killed someone. With a different weapon, things could have been very different. And that only raised more questions.

"I know I didn't want to hurt anyone," she mused, "the point was to make them turn back. And they gave me the foil, not any kind of death ray. Obviously-"

She didn't get to say what was obvious, because at that point the door lock clicked, opened, and admitted That Nurse. "It's good to see you're making such good friends!" she chirped.

Agatha's expression darkened again, but she did manage to restrain herself from attempting to strangle the woman. "Don't you knock?"