Please do not cry! My demise here is very unlikely, so tears shed because of that will only go to waste!

I shall tarry no further.
[Grabs the nearest utensil, takes out a glob of lutefisk, puts her in her mouth, chews and gulps down. All took less than a second.]

...

It does not taste as horrendous as it smells.

[Minimal change of expression, but this is the first time you see Alessandra begin to sweat like that.]