Her lips press together. There really is a great deal she'd like to say, but her own tongue is gagged by the cameras and, ironically, the exact thing he says. Punishments, rendering people voiceless: she'd rather not end up in that position. But what dystopian regime would take kindly to a child telling this man that he'll better take it down if he's alive?

She sighs, tight and frustrated, but there's not much she can do.

"I think it's time for me to get going. Dave will be wondering where I am." She doesn't sound anymore pleased about it in her voice. "If I see you around, I'll say hi." It's neutral enough, she hopes.