[Oh, he does know, good. She wags her index finger at him.]

Context, Master, context. Unless our enemies catch me while I'm sleeping and weakened with poison, you've nooothing to worry about.

[And it does kind of speak volumes that she had to be taken out sneakily in the first place and even after being beheaded, she still survived long enough to try for a final blow.

Or so the story goes.]