"I said I'm sorry!" Summer whined, somewhat desperately, because that was totally harsh, but also completely understandable, and then she grunted, and tilted her head back against the wall and let out her own little groan, followed by a sigh.

"I mean," she then said, "it could be worse. At least they didn't just execute us on sight, right? This means we can probably figure out a way to get out of here before they do decide to make a public spectacle of our brutal deaths..."