What, and go live on a planet we know nothing about?
(She doesn't know if she prefers that to what they have right now. Both seem like bad hands; admittedly, one would come with far less security. But neither have John, so what's the point.)
You want other inmates to help you with this. (It's compelling, admittedly. She can see what he's going for here, and the information about the plants is good to have in her back pocket. The sidelong glance she gives him is bemused.) What's in it for me?
-Don't say my fucking freedom, (because she doesn't even know what she'd do with it.)
no subject
(She doesn't know if she prefers that to what they have right now. Both seem like bad hands; admittedly, one would come with far less security. But neither have John, so what's the point.)
You want other inmates to help you with this. (It's compelling, admittedly. She can see what he's going for here, and the information about the plants is good to have in her back pocket. The sidelong glance she gives him is bemused.) What's in it for me?
-Don't say my fucking freedom, (because she doesn't even know what she'd do with it.)