[Her mind can race faster than her tongue for at least a little while. The past four days have been intense to say the least; she could be bargained up easily, after this stretch of a hundred hours where nothing but Prayer's Pass has mattered. On the other hand, when she thinks about the end of this game, getting out of this hellhole, going back to the meteor, where the human race is still borderline extinct and she didn't receive any actual information on saving the world here... she could be bargained down.

Who would care? And when that question comes to her, what she has to give up is instantly obvious.]

What about every single memory I have of Rose Lalonde? From the rumors I've heard you probably know that she's the only person left to whom I matter at all.

[James Sunderland gave up the letter from his wife, he might as well start a trend in the process.]