[Nope. We need to get back on track, and avoid a second murder today. Nagisa vaults up, dashes across the table, and scoots around to press fingers against the pressure point in Naoya's neck.

The whole thing is one fluid movement and takes less than a second.]

You've been asked a question, Naoya-san. Anger isn't going to do much of anything right now. So hold onto it for later.