This is not a conversation she wants to have at any time - not with those she loves, and certainly not with someone whose encounters with her have skipped the line and gone straight to some of her most brutal memories. But she was part of it. Ellen is owed clarity, if nothing else, and Fever can feel a headache creeping up into her neck.

"...Ellen. I promise you this - I'll answer your questions." Even if she'd rather do another stint on the Stag Beetle. "But not now. Not in this place - find me, when we make it back home. Please."

Oh, Fever hates feeling like she has to beg. But she will, if it buys her some time. Time enough to survive this, to find a way out of Efrain's sick little game.