To recover what takes over mid-grin:
“You saved my life. I’ll spare yours, for
Now.” (He’s trained in her language.)
“Are you sure you’re a supreme being?”
You and I detect a trap.

She’s shooting a catastrophe getaway
Capturing sea externals, filming in ways
She’s creator, director, an eco-critic and it’s hard to manage
Her staying alive placating death spirals to disengage —
“Don’t shoot much more, that’s the plan!” she said, and “we’d
Feel mortified, overexposed we’d feign ignorance,” aiming for
Parody, other moments to hang back from rampage.