Whatever your opinion of Judith Collins, she has chutzpah in abundance. Or is it foolhardiness masquerading as chutzpah?
Whatever, any other Cabinet minister who had been put through the wringer as many times as she has in the past couple of weeks would rapidly come to the conclusion that discretion is definitely the better part of valour and have kept his or her head down, at least for a while.
Not Collins. Facing more questions in Parliament yesterday about milk, Oravida, cups of tea and dinners with Chinese bureaucrats, she led with her chin, as always, challenging her Opposition tormentors to land a verbal punch on her.
Like the Black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail who vociferously demands King Arthur not chicken out of their sword fight even though Arthur has already hacked off the knight's arms and legs, Collins' vocabulary does not contain the words "lose" or "defeat".
Yesterday she was trying to make a virtue of recent events. "If I make an error, I face up to it. I correct it, and I apologise," she lectured the House. Well, she will from now on.