Dahlia hadn't noticed her word choice; or how it might make someone wonder. Long ago she'd ceased to believe that this place was really a show. She just...didn't talk about it much. She could be wrong. Others could have already thought it too. Mostly she believed that it wouldn't really change anything. Show or not a show their choices were still the same; stay or go. Maybe believing it was a show kept..more hope in things being okay but Dahlia couldn't hold that belief after Cole had died. Then she had nearly died...
Bad things happened her. Bad enough that it couldn't be a show. Did that mean, for certain, they wouldn't get the money? She didn't really know. But if it wasn't a show, and they were let go, they'd have to be convinced not to talk somehow...
But that is why she'd asked the people behind the screen if everyone was alive that had left.
To which she had no answer.
That was part of why her head was so loud. She questioned everything. Every angle. Every move. It was a lot to question in here.
Jake's words did make her grin back at him slightly "I think loud outside of my own head for a while might be nice." she'd never really watched many action movies. Her own were cartoons, like Alice in wonderland. There was a comedy too. And a musical that she'd thought was pretty once. "And cookies." she added. Cookies were always a comfort to Dahlia.
Inside the cabin Dahlia retrieved the blanket he’d given her; curling it around herself and Max apparently. Chewing her lip Dahlia glanced back to Jake “Thank you…” she gestured slightly with her hand “…for all of this.”