"That shit doesn't actually work, anyway," she says under her breath. She hesitates for a moment longer. Considers turning and booking it back into the woods.

But again, if he really is in her head, what the fuck kind of good is that going to do? And if he's not, then she's going to get herself killed.

Athena chews on a bit of loose skin on her lip, wincing slightly as she bites it hard enough to bleed. "Motherfucker," she mutters. Swallows. Takes another deep breath.

Then she starts walking again. "I hate cops. For the record."

Really, she says it just to have something to say.