"Yeah, yeah," she says, huffing tiredly. Her endurance is reaching its end for the day, and she doesn't want to go. Being lost in her own mind is one of the most sickening, powerless feelings she's ever experienced; it makes the gun feel all the more tempting.

Wait.

"Would it... want me to kill myself?" She knows it's a she, and she has some inkling of its name, even, but Joan refuses to give it such clearance and respect.