[ The tiny victory barely has time to register before she's barreling on. ] Well, yeah... [ Jupe says, unhesitating but reluctant. This is feeling less and less like a plan and more like a whirlpool he's getting sucked into. ]

Have you thought about— [ He runs a hand through his hair, and then he's gesturing with it. ] What you're gonna say? [ When you're tortured. When they take you to a basement and torture you. He shrugs, exaggerated, like the thought's a soaking-wet coat he's trying to struggle out of. ]

Maybe there's something you could give them? [ Deliberately casual, he looks at her, eyebrows raised. Ready to shut this down if she takes it wrong. ] Nothing crazy, just a little bit of what they want. What they think they want. You know?