Joan is nothing if not bitterly stubborn and ruthlessly pragmatic. She's at her weakest with no enemy to fight. This is... not easy, not fun, it's shameful in the worst ways and makes her crave death in a torrent she's never before felt. But at least there's a rubric to work off. She knows what to do when she has an opponent.

Still wincing, she eyes the cuffs, and rolls onto her sides so he can hook them behind her. He saw how the other kid, Daniel, was strung up, and... She's tired enough to admit to herself that it's her own vanity, but she'd rather be hogtied than laid out like some sacrifice. The vulnerability of it is too much.

"No hospitals," she says. "We're doing this your way, but if your way goes to shit, you shoot me in the fucking head." That's a lot to put on somebody, though. "Or I'll do it. I know how."

That sounds more ominous than it ought. She's never even killed somebody with a gun.