"I — I think she tried to kick him," she says, and it comes out half a question, though she isn't as uncertain as all that. It's the only way it pieces together, though that's all she really has, fragments of memories that culminate in one thing. Frightened as she'd been, so convinced that she was going to die, she hadn't exactly been paying rapt attention to what happened to the other woman, but Molly at least knows that she kept fighting, and that she got hurt for it. Simpler though it would be to only recount what happened to her, this doesn't work like that. She's got to try to offer what she can. Besides, it lets her delay where she knows this is going for a little while longer. "Because he shot her with it, too. Then he had me by the neck again. I — I knew I couldn't try to get away. That it would only be worse if I did."

It's probably better to say so outright, she thinks, than to wait and be questioned on it later. Though it's not like there could really be any dispute over what happened to her, as Russell said, she's more worried than she ought to be that that might somehow make a difference, as if her lack of putting up a fight could make this less of an assault. It isn't as if that argument hasn't been used before.