That makes Beth laugh, a mean little laugh she wouldn't normally do, but she doesn't feel bad about it. After tonight, she thinks she's allowed to be a little bit mean about men like that. Men like Gorman.

"I hate that I froze up," she admits. "And I wish I'd been holdin' my bag at the time."

Knowing the cab driver is probably going to see, Beth still takes her hunting knife out of her bag. It's sheathed, it's safe, but it's still really obvious what it is.