The room is as small and shitty as I expected. It’s a good thing because it means no one will be eager to fill up the rooms around us. I can’t trust her not to scream. It would be a stupid move, but captive animals do stupid things sometimes. The brain shuts off, and then they’re pure panic. Right now, she’s thoughtful. Watching me carefully for a sign I’m slipping up. Ordinary people can’t cope with this kind of stress. She’s not only coping, she’s impressing the hell out of me. I can’t afford to be impressed with her.
