We could drive away. [ This notion appeals to her enough that she doesn't think about the word we. ] If we left at night, no one could stop us.

[ She's still picturing herself alone in the car, but there's some solidarity there all the same. The radio DJ sounds to her like he probably drinks way too much caffeine, the way they always come off in old movies - like their whole job is to be awake so other people don't have to. The music is fine, if old-fashioned.

The fact that the radio works is the first thing here that's both appealing and uncomplicated. It's not like anyone can poison the music, and it's been so long since she's gotten to sit around and listen to recordings. ]

Then I'm coming, too. Some of those drawers are mine. [ Well. ] Sort of.