It's too unsettling to think about. This isn't the first time Lucy has found herself in a potentially life-threatening situation, but somehow, she thinks this one might be more frightening. The time to stop and think makes all the difference. If everything were happening at once, she thinks she could handle it, but this, the silences, the questions, it drives home just how much danger they're really in, and she hates it. Just because they aren't isolated here like Mathias does last time doesn't make her any less eager to get the hell out of here, never one to sit and wait.

She means to agree with what Mathias has said, but she doesn't get a chance. The vine, gone unnoticed by her before now, wraps itself around her ankle, coiling tightly, and she lets out a faint cry as she struggles to stay upright, attempting to kick it off, though she knows it will be useless. "Mathias --"