[Wendy knows a million ways to kill a person (or at the very least incapacitate them). Plenty of said methods untraceable until it’s far too late for them to recover. He’ll know that - once she spills the rest of her guts. And he’ll probably hate her even more for it. That’s what this whole talk is bound to be like isn’t it? The ugliest kind of show & tell session where she leaves herself in the most vulnerable of states.]

‘Course. I found some at the office so - I figured I should bring it. [They don’t get paid. They’re just allowed to live, excluded from the trials and the never-ending repetitive cycle of horrors found there. Sometimes they are rewarded with other things - simple things like tea.]

Good. I’m glad. [A slight smile as she takes the thermos back and takes her own sip. See - not poisoned. Otherwise she wouldn’t. The indirect kiss is also nice, but that’s a shy little personal thought for herself and herself only.]

I was just a kid. Kids do weird shit. I thought… it was sick, and I was only trying to figure out how to make it better. [A pause.] Can I sit? [She gestures to the log he’s currently sitting on with her free hand.] Or we can move. Find someplace comfier. I’m sure there’s a spot around here somewhere.