She's not going to protest the lying in this case. She's lied for survival plenty of times. As long as he doesn't do it to her, she doesn't care one bit.

Athena stares out the window, quiet, the shock of it really starting to hit now. It's a city. There are people. So many people. Birds, a rat climbing a dumpster, it's bright and alive and she has to look away and press the heels over her palms against her eyes to try and recover from the brightness.

"It's so loud," she whispers, then shivers. How could she have gotten used to that place? Its hideous quiet, the lack of anything alive but her fellow prisoners? It makes her feel queasy and confused. "Fuck, how can it be so loud?"

Athena shifts to hugging herself, even though she's not cold. Now she's staring out the front window, eyes huge, voice still quiet. "How long have you been out?"