Zatanna wasn't exactly sure who to be angry at anymore. There was anger at the assassin for taking a life (worse, the life she was assigned to protect and that she'd sacrificed by trying to save him). There was anger at the orange-haired weirdo for taunting her over her failure. There was even some anger at Robin for moving in and stopping her from casting a spell at said weirdo... and then. Then there was that interjection mentioning lack of honesty and trust issues. It shook her, enough that for the moment the anger dispelled.

Under the confidence and sass, there was real insecurity there about her abilities. That man just nailed them-- and the expression to pass over Robin's face confirmed it was true. He didn't trust her right now. Worse, she wasn't sure she could blame him.

She didn't want to show any of that, however, and the prompt to attack was exactly what she needed for a distraction. She was itching to do that anyway.

"Mals sih--"

The spell broke off. There was a half second of confusion and surprise and then simple distress.

'I can't open my mouth...!'

The table crashed. A series of three light thuds hammered against one of the walls in quick succession. As the smoke cleared, there was the broken table, and close by was Schuldig with three darts in the wall behind him, all chest-level.

And, not far from him, was the assassin kid. He stood defensively with another dart half-concealed in hand.

"I told you Don't Fight! Hurry and get out!"

Weirdly, his words made sense this time.