[She's quiet for around a full minute. Finally:]

Sometimes, when I'm in a... bad place, I think no. I think we should just get used to living here and give up trying to escape.

But I also think... what would we do if we stop trying? What would be the point? Even the killers have hope of getting out of here. So if we lose that, what else is there?

I guess I don't really know what I think. I just know that if there's any chance to do it, we gotta go for it. All of us. Together.