[Billie sighs a breath through her nose. If Martin doesn't leave, she would have to be patient. Wait for him to get closer. It was risky. But it may have been her best bet if she wanted to get out of here alive.] You'll probably pretend you're going to let out of the chair. Then someone's going to put a needle in my neck. Make me die quietly. They'd like to run a blade through me. But that's just more blood to clean up.

[Though that hypothetical needle may not work anyway. But she wasn't going to mention that. She already told him she couldn't kill herself, but she didn't say why. A faint version of her usual tart attitude played in her voice.

Probably not what Martin meant. Billie knew what he meant. She just didn't want to give him the satisfaction until he was more specific about it.]