She finds that mildly irritating for a whole different set of reasons, but it's such an improvement over the alternative that she lets it be. She's very careful not to seem as though she's taking advantage of her new-found position. She demands nothing, and makes only a few careful, diffident suggestions. This will not last forever; no need to burn bridges.
And of course, whenever she receives an email from the Slayer, she responds promptly.
"Now Tamara, let me see-" he pulls a Post-it note with a mostly illegible scrawl on it from his pocket. "Defensive fighting, escape-oriented fighting, minimum-damage take downs, blah blah fighting stuff. I'm told you have good instincts for this, but that's just instinct. Now you get it explained, in detail, and then you get to drill on it six ways till Sunday." He winks. "Sounds fun, right?"
He look at Tamara. "So! I miss anything?"
"I would probably not have summarized my suggestions as blah blah fighting stuff," Tamara says dryly, "but otherwise that seems accurate. "Ultimately I'd like Bella to come out of this with a better idea of what, exactly, her instincts are prompting to her to do, and why."
"I have every confidence that it can be made fun. Also, um." Bella digs around in her bag. "There is this thing I do where I am very interested in what goes on in my head? My combat instinct package did not get into my head in a conventional way but it's there now and I've been looking at it. I might be able to sort of change it directly if I knew what I wanted to change it to." She pulls out a notebook. "This is all in note to self format, though, complete with made up words."
Phil looks at it suspiciously. "Just for you, right? If you start asking me to write things down for you, man are you ever not going to be able to read them. If you want to take your own notes though, knock yourself out."
"I will be happy to use my own handwriting to commit to paper anything you tell me to do. But I'm wondering if it's worth the time to tell you what the instincts are telling me to do instead of having me show you the long way around."
"What, so you can explain your fighting instincts without actually fighting me? Sign me right up, that sounds great. Don't think I won't test them out the first few times, though."
And Bella opens up her notebook and takes Phil on a guided tour of her brain's new resident instincts.
As they go, Phil provides actual terms for a few of the symbols and identifies a bunch more as having rather more formal versions in various martial arts disciplines. Most get "Yeah, that's vague, we'll walk through it later so I can see it." Those that he recognizes in whatever form get additional details as he recalls them, anything from "best used on taller opponents" to "be careful using this on us breakable folks, it's easy to snap a wrist."
Eventually Phil nudges Bella. "Okay, enough pen time for now. Something something strangulation, right? Come on, up up up, time to actually break a sweat."
Behold! The Slayer in action, where "action" means "a lesson, with a fragile baseline human".
Once outside, he starts with their stated plan of anti-strangulation; analyzing her indescribable vocabulary is a stretch goal, not the objective. How to try and break a hold, with verbal footnotes about attacker height, weight, speed, or competence; failing that, ways to try to protect her windpipe as much as possible. A couple things he makes a point to emphasize that most people can't do and should be avoided in front of an audience. They will run out of time eventually, and Phil will be probably be more winded than Bella is, but progress will be made!
Bella's not particularly winded. They do after all keep pausing to tweak her form and allow verbal remarks, and she's not trying to move too fast for him to see. This was educational, not tiring. She makes notes about things gone over in the lesson and peers at them before she heads home.
Tamara did not feel compelled to stick around once the lesson got into full swing, but the pile of photocopied articles was left waiting for Bella next to her notebooks.
There's a note stuck to the top of the pile. The articles are in chronological order. The earliest relevant article I found is dated 1923. A girl named Minnie Huff was strangled and drowned by her boyfriend in the bathroom during prom. Students attending prom without dates have been dying of strangulation or drowning in the same bathroom ever since. There are a few possible causes- vengeance demons, some supernatural echoes, those sorts of things- but by far the most likely is a reasonably corporeal ghost. How are your witches on their ghost lore?
"Only a little. I can hunt for books. Prom ghost, really? 'Friendly says boo' ghost? 'Avoid prom at all costs' ghost?"
"Going to prom seems to be safe if you have a date and don't break up with them during the dance. If I have anything to say about it, after this year it will also be safe under other conditions. It's likely to be somewhat corporeal, enough that it can drown people in sinks, but if there's something I can do besides have a wrestling match with it I'd like to know. Soph's looking too."
"If I'm going to forcefeed it a potion I will still have to win a wrestling contest. Grenade- or spray-style options that won't hurt me are to be preferred."
"...noooo, I wouldn't run around school spraying people with potions. Nope. Not me."
"I'm going to choose this moment to remind you that evil witches were expressly listed in my job description."