She leaned over again slowly, forearms on the island once more, so that her shoulder brushed his. Her eyes remained downcast, taking that information and considering it.

It wasn't even possible to consider an escape plan beyond that- the whys of it would be forgotten the moment the line was crossed. Even if she were to ask that they make one together, it would mean nothing when they forgot.

What would she be like if she forgot?...

"It won't happen again. You'll get out before it does."