I'm not going to kill you, (she reassures, helping to point out places she can tell the wood is weaker, mapping him a safe path to the top of the stairs.)

If I wanted to trap somebody in here with me I'd at least pick somebody who shared a couple of my interests. (The splinter of house she was thinking of is in plain sight the moment they hit the doorway; she glides over to it, half out of the wall and half in, and points.)

There. Take that, and... um, I'll go in it, I guess. (Oh, the reality of this plan is hitting her now. What if it doesn't work, and she's got her hopes up for nothing? The disappointment will crush her; Taako won't stay here forever to talk, after all. She doesn't want to go back to being alone for another eighty years, or whatever.

... But what if it does work? She's staring at the little piece of wood, frowning, uncertain.)