[She doesn't let up one bit, one of her hands going to the back of his head to rub at his neck. It's a comforting gesture that often worked for her, at least to encourage her to cry, even if it didn't always calm her down.]

We have to get out of here. For the people here, and the people waiting for us... there has to be a way out. We just need to find it.

[God, what she wouldn't give to see her sister again...]