"You've had an awful lot of time to think about all of this, haven't you?" Which is a point of concern, for Darcy, as it cements the fact that she really may never get out of this place. Even though 'a couple of years' is a drop in the bucket in comparison to 'forever.' "It's making my head hurt," she groans with a frown, fingers coming up to rub at her temple.

Her features scrunch up when she catches L staring at her. "What are you looking at?" She looks over her shoulder quickly just to be certain that there isn't someone (or something) right behind her. With that satisfied, she brushes her fingers over one cheek. "Have I got something on my face?"