"Kylo, and Hux," Jo says, finally, when a new subject comes up, even against the sour taste of the desperation that rules this room and the faces around her. The first of those people mentioned, though, was the first person she ever met in this place, right after her from the fountain, and the second one it'd taken a few weeks and a warm meal to end up seeing hide or hair of even for a second time. Both of them names in the log, too, now.

She hasn't said a whole lot in a good while, but that's not surprising.

Most everything in this room has fallen down exactly how she thought it might. Would.
She didn't know who and how -- that won't ever forget -- but it's gone pretty well how it always does.

"I don't get out that way very often, but they've seemed to stick to themselves a lot. Someone could go check go check for them? I don't know much about his friend, but Kylo's been pretty focused on getting out. He checked the bottom of the fountain several times when new people came in after them, so I wouldn't put it ast him to be back trying the cliffs or to have gotten some other idea."

The repetition got him nothing, but she respected the fact he kept going at it, kept trying to get out, rather than figure staying put.