"An hour." She blanches, some of the color draining from her face.

"That is a very long time to be in the presence of an active rift, Mister Dickerson. But no matter. I will gather some materials of my own, and see to it that we are adequately protected while you perform your ritual. Tell me," Suggests no change in tack whatsoever. However-- "Would you prefer it if I were upset with you?"

She has been practicing her archery at Ellis' behest. Maybe that explains the ruthless shot.