"We all are," she says.

That he looks away while she has a blade out is awful trusting of him, she thinks. Probably too trusting. But the sort of man who'd make that speech would be. She can see the brand on his face better with his cheek turned. "So who'd you try to rescue?" she asks. She knows he wasn't one of the original suspects or he'd have been in the group cell with her that first night.

There's a purse display just a bit behind him. She sizes up which handbag is biggest--and how hard it'll be to climb it on her own.