Outside the Bridge
Amanozako could tell when she was not wanted somewhere, that she was unwanted baggage that was better left bottled up in a dark corner unseen and unheard. She really was a prisoner, even if the door to her cell was unlocked and the shackles hidden away, the prison was still there. She wanted to charge at this guard who denied her everything. To throttle their neck and and squeeze the life from them with her bare hands. Then this boy, whoever or whatever he was, who had tried to sidle into the encounter, she wanted to smash his golden haired skull into the bulkhead and grind it into the hardened metal.
But that would get her killed. She would take out a few people, at least, before she was killed, but she would be killed. So no, she would not kill these two, for now, even though her fists shook with impotent rage and she ground her teeth in frustration. She turned away and stalked off, back to her prison cell, without another word.