"Shit, Sherlock, you really broke it down for us, too bad dumbfucks are the majority," she adds in a single clap of pity as she moves closer to the platform, her steel eyes taking in every little thing about all of them (she can already see how she'd draw the face of the original woman's face and now certainly his),"I can't see why I wouldn't want jump into a cult without a little bit more than information. Just because you don't fucking like them doesn't suddenly make you the best option here."

The best option is the one that takes her home—though she fears that's out the window now. Right now, though, it's starting to feel like an either or option.

"What all do you know about them? I know they're untrustworty; I need to make sure you are."