"Sorry won't get me out of here," Gloria laid her head back down on her knee as she focused on other other people who were walking by casually. She still felt like some kind of animal who wasn't used to seeing the sun. She knew she was still her, but something had changed ever since she stepped foot on this place. Something inside screamed for her to fight with every ounce of strength she had and tear this place down. Maybe it was the Seminole in her? The natural warrior fighting against her bonds? She concluded that it was her ancestors wishing for her to set herself free and knew that one day she would.
She did eventually look back up at the green guy. It sure as hell wasn't his fault she was here so she should be kind to her 'brother.' "Thank you though..." To have someone who could at least speak to her like another person rather than a possession would be a wonderful thing.