[She sighs, and it sounds something like a sniff, laughter repressed. Fine, whatever, they can pretend they're all friends and shit, but she's not letting her guard down. She doubts, for all his big talk, he'll do the same, unless he's seriously underestimating you. She murmurs under her breath, teeth chattering from the bone-deep cold in her hand,] Yeah, but I gave you shit, and now you're whining...

[Whatever, whatever. She's sick of this.] There's always a way out in this frickin' place. I thought I got stuck a million times, but there's always a door or a window... Wait, shit.

[She laughs to herself, a dry, tired sound, and starts opening all the cabinets.]