"The thought's crossed our minds," Sam said. "But the thing is, they keep arranging these little tests for us. Exercises. Changed variables in the experiment. A few weeks ago, they infected us with a virus. Last year, they literally attacked us with rabid foxes."

Or was it figuratively? Sam sometimes mixed them up. But the point was that there had been angry foxes with sharp, little teeth.

She'd really hated those fuckers.