"I don't know," she admitted in a queerly flat voice. "I ... don't know if I trust this. Not really. Too convenient, you know? Just when we were starting to get things together, to plot our way out, and oh look, how convenient. A rescue boat of rival scientists that want to send us home? It feels hinky to me."
She lapsed into silence for a moment.
"I won't even bother to put on a surprised face if we step through that portal or whatever it is and wind back up in the rooms we just left, you know?"
It would be nice to be home. Nicer to be in his home, but that was probably a pipe dream. She just ... didn't believe.
"What about you? Think they're on the up and up, or that this is some fucked up ploy?"