Magne's fingers trace the little scars that she can see, the frown deepening as he struggled a bit with the language. She lets herself go back to the native language of the island as she shakes her head.

"There's no reason to do something like that. Identification is such a flimsy excuse in the circumstances. And I've met First Aid, however briefly. He doesn't seem like the squeamish type but I can't imagine anyone would appreciate having a head lobbed at them. It seems like she was out to hurt both of you in that instance." She's known plenty of cruel types in her life. She surrounded herself with them, was one of them, but even they wouldn't go so far without absolute necessity.

Well. Dabi might, but Dabi was...something else. She admired that about him, if she's honest. Cunning, unabashed cruelty. Alas, here she is with her moral compass.

"If she decides to respond to me the same way, I will kill her." Point blank statement of fact. "As many times as it takes to get the point across."