If only that would really take care of his problem. Still, it is rather unpleasant to have one's throat squeezed and their air supply cut off. Her eyes widen as she grabs onto his arm first, clawing uselessly and then hitting it with rather weak hits. At least, the first one is. The next one that she aims towards the inside of his elbow won't be. She plans to hit it hard enough to make his arm bend involuntarily which will then hopefully make him fall closer.

If he does, she will press two fingers to his forehead and try to put him under again. Clearly he can't be trusted yet.