She shrugs. "I guess. I mean, I guess we can't all be stuck in a well or stop the apocalypse with our siblings or whatever." It's a lame attempt at a joke, but in her defence, she's having a harder time than usual.

"I don't really like it either, gotta say. John's magic shit and whatever else? Hard pass. Whatever's in that museum, though, is fucked up." Not that Five needs her to say that.

"Oh, speaking of fucked up, did I tell you about the knife I got?"