"It's a bad situation and you do the best you can," she summarizes. God, that's fucking familiar.

The water's heating up and there's nothing for Elle to occupy herself with, so she just stands awkwardly while clenching and unclenching her fists. Her skin feels tight in a way that kind of makes her want to claw it off.

(No it doesn't. Elle knows exactly how painful that feels and isn't eager to relive it anytime soon.)