I'm locked in, and no warden can get me out. If whatever charge is being planned right now goes awry, that may not change. I don't want to suffer forever.

[The muscles in her right arm twitch again as she resists shoving away something that her mind knows isn't there.]

I could strangle myself with my shirt in a pinch, but I really hate suffocation. I just want to know my options, okay?

[There's something horribly methodical about the way she says it, thorough and dogged and not overwrought. This is how she's used to thinking. Her breathing slows a little, and her shoulders settle just a bit. This comforts her, knowing there's a way out, even if she can't bring herself to take it, not when it might be permanent.]