“I’m Wyla. What’s your name?”

Uhhh… I tell her again.
“Oh! Right, sorry. I was just… so hey, what are you doing in there?”

That at least tells me she doesn’t know. Or doesn’t want me to think she does.

“So, can you let me out of here please?”
“I guess we probably should…”

She is interrupted by a gravelly voice, speaking too low for me to hear.
“Oh.” She says, almost sounding disappointed. “Okay, so I guess we need to check with… with someone else first.”

“Hold on, wait! Can you just let me out? I won’t make any trouble, I just… I’m really cramped and I just need to breathe…

2- Say: “…Sorry, never mind. I guess I can wait.“

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