She is unpredictable, dangerously so. If I had harbored one last spark of doubt in this regard, it would have been gone by now at the latest. What I witnessed today was cruel, even if Scabior's life meant absolutely nothing to me. He was a rat, a murderer, and certainly didn't deserve better. But seeing the cold determination with which Granger wrapped her hands around his throat while his blood seeped through her fingers was oddly disturbing.