[ Jesse’s fingers close around hers, his thumb moving soothingly over the back of her hand. He frowns at the question, though not with distaste. He’s merely giving it some thought. ]

… Can’t say I’d like it. I don’t want to leave and lose all my memories of what happened here, but I don’t want to be under the thumb of whatever runs this place either. We’re prisoners, even if sometimes we forget. Never been good behind bars.