[She looks up at that, and the only way to describe her expression is hurt. Logically, she knows it might be justified paranoia, considering the way their first meeting went, but she's at least been polite in most of their other interactions.]

I wouldn't hurt you, Stanley. Or Peace. [Her gaze drops, and she reaches out to brush her fingers against Peace's arm, smiling at her when she looks up.] You don't have to forgive me for what I did, but I hope you can believe that.