(Yes... but first, I will make a small contribution.)
Viola remained limp, watching the scene through one slitted eye. As she watched, she ran through ideas in her head. She knew that she had her satchel with her dagger in it stored in her pouch, but she was pretty sure that wouldn't be very helpful right now. The karambit wouldn't be of any use either. Nor would any of the throwing knives... for now. Well, I'll think of something, she thought, trying to ignore an itch that had sprung up on the side of her neck.