Kalila doesn't answer the man's curse at her. Instead, she keeps the arm raised and the spell ready as the man considers his options. The silent standstill persists, until the man finally turns to Gerta and speaks to her. Apparently he decided to go back to the original payment rate of 30 Gold per month. The door slams behind him and the tension immediately dissipates from the atmosphere. 

As the magic retreats back into Kalila's veins, and her eyes stop glowing, Kalila gasps as she regains full control of her own body. The light of the Eldritch Blast fades and her hands lower so she can look at both the knife and the bottle in each of her hands in shock. 

She feels a pair of eyes on her and she looks to see Gerta looking at her now with distrust and wariness. Kalila's eyes widen before her gaze rapidly darts between Gerta's eyes and the items in her hands. After a couple darts, Kalila quickly yet gingerly placed the weapon and bottle onto the table, before moving her hands away and keeping them in the air with the palms facing towards Gerta. With the movements alone, Kalila hoped that Gerta would understand that she didn't want to hurt anyone else.

Before she could say anything else, Garrek started laughing! Kalila looks to him as well, startled by the unexpected reaction. She stared at him wide-eyed when his words finally made sense to her. All she could ask in response to his words was, "...What?!" 

Garreck's compliments were a quite a drastic contrast compared to Gerta's wariness and current distrust. 

Other than that question, she is still as she watches Gerta move to fuss over Garreck's wound on the neck. Kalila instinctively knows that she doesn't have any magic that can help with healing. So, all she could do to help was let Gerta help him. 

For now, she opted to let herself fall into the seat behind her, and lean forwards to catch her breath. She was tired, but not as much as last night. Apparently using that Hex took much more energy than the blast, much to her surprise. She thought over the events that just occurred, her mind began racing once more. She stares at her hands wide-eyed, as she speaks in a whisper, "Oh Monarch...! I just stabbed a man. I almost [I]killed[/I] him...!" 

She takes a few moments to calm herself down, rubbing her hands through her hair and on her face, and taking a few deep breaths. She is able to bring her focus back to the situation back at hand. She looks up, and asks for anyone to answer as calmly as possible,

"What...was [i]that[/i] about?"

She clarifies, "That guy just now stated that he doesn't have a contract with you...and yet you're paying him fifteen weeks worth of wages to him anyways? Why?"