[Beneath her helmet, Annie narrows her eyes.] I don't care.

[Just a few more steps, she thinks. C'mon, if he can hit the trip-wire, with any luck... She glances up for a second, noticing the cage. So that's the type of trap it was. Well done, Hawthorne.]

How do I know you're not just making it up? To try to get me to let you go? I'm not weak. I do not bend. If you didn't think they were serious, you shouldn't have come.