"Technically, but her mind definitely seemed as alive as either of us," Faye points out, starting to tug open all of the drawers in the room in hopes of finding something to change into. Unfortunately, most of them seem to be filled with toys, restraints, any number of things that Faye imagines they would have started using had she not barged in at Owen's signal.

"Ugh, maybe we can sneak out the back," groans Faye, finally finding one with a length of cloth that she's pretty sure is intended for use as a blindfold, but that has enough absorbency to serve almost as a towel. "I don't know, what do you think? Can we even make a claim of self-defense? Actually, shit."

Her eyes dart up at the corners of the walls, quickly scanning.

"Don't they sometimes film stuff in places like this?"