Johanna snorts as she presses her boot to the nearest tree, crossing her arms over her chest. She doesn't say anything just yet, but she's watching her like she's something to analyze and figure out, like a new puzzle Johanna gets to take apart. "Right," she replies, dripping with mild disdain. "You're gonna do what no one else can. You must be very special," she says.

"You ever been trapped like this before? I have," she says, not giving her the option to reply. "You learn the game, you play the game, you win. That's how this works. Trying to escape just makes them angry."