[ Maybe it's the bullshit Johanna responds to, or the promise of being able to blow stuff up. She wants out, and if this hallucination says he can make it happen, she'll trust him. She presses her hands against the wall and, trembling, manages a standing position. She's leaning on that wall heavily, though -- near-starvation and repeated electric shocks does not a strong body make. She takes a few deep breaths, as if even that endeavor has worn her out. ]
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What now.