( The slightest of mock gasps. ) And I thought you didn't like me.

I would have made my own way out. Eventually. ( Ignoring for the moment that she still isn't sure if she has the energy to stand under her own power. But she does feel better, for whatever that's worth, even if she still looks dreadful. ) You know, sweetie, I don't think we're that different.

How do you think it's going to end?

( Is she avoiding the quite obvious point? Maybe. But open honesty suits her only so well. )