[Mona is aware in some part of her mind that her flailing isn't doing anything; she's too stubborn to stop throwing her elbows around, though she does 'coincidentally' decide to stop kicking with her injured foot.]
How the hell should I know. North, probably.
[Since that's where everyone's insisted she go. It's only after she sneers out the answer that she wonders if that was a trick question-- if it was checking to see if she knew where the bunker was relative to her current location, trying to gauge how much she knew. She suddenly feels a rush of irritation that she didn't know. They're supposed to underestimate her intelligence, not overestimate it.
That's the thought that does get her to stop moving, though. She might as well hold onto some scrap of dignity.] So what's with the wolf monster thing?
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How the hell should I know. North, probably.
[Since that's where everyone's insisted she go. It's only after she sneers out the answer that she wonders if that was a trick question-- if it was checking to see if she knew where the bunker was relative to her current location, trying to gauge how much she knew. She suddenly feels a rush of irritation that she didn't know. They're supposed to underestimate her intelligence, not overestimate it.
That's the thought that does get her to stop moving, though. She might as well hold onto some scrap of dignity.] So what's with the wolf monster thing?