Ohhh, I get it. And of course, you immediately assume the serial killer who just happens to use scissors could've done it. Uweeeheheee.

[She smacks her lips, shaking her head.]

I'll show you, with one understanding... My scissors are my scissors. No one touches them, unless it's when I'm introducing them to that person. By means of stabbing them someplace they'd probably rather not be stabbed.

Just so we're clear? You can look, but no touch. Hell, if I am the killer, I'll just tell you!