... I was afraid you'd say that. [She could tell he was going to say that, of course. She knew it the moment she arrived, was told what was going to happen. She was glad she'd ended up a Dominant - and oh god he's not - because she's not sure how she'd react otherwise, but she does know that everything she's heard so far doesn't point to anything good.]

Do you... what do you know? You have to have seen or heard something they don't tell you in that... orientation. Anything will do. [She needs something like that, desperately. Information to peruse over to keep her mind occupied, because if she stops to think about the other logistics of this place... she's going to work herself into a tizzy. A bad kind of tizzy, not a productive one.]