[Now that she's free, she's rubbing her neck and glaring spades at this fucking asshole. There's so much she wants to say. So much she wants to ask, but. There isn't enough time, and there's only one thing she needs to know at this moment.]

I'm sure your eager to send yourself to Hell, Rhys, but before that— [Not even going to apologize for her language. She's tired. She's angry. She's done.] You told Jack that Elpis doesn't exist. Was that the truth?