Isobel found herself relieved that he hadn't questioned what she'd said. Maybe he hadn't noticed that she'd slipped. The more he thought she was an evil bitch with no remaining feelings whatsoever, the better for him. The only problem was that she couldn't just escape this time. She had quickly learned that in Ridgeway, you only went home when Peterson decided to send you home.
"Any of my shit?" she asked, an amused smirk on her face. She'd regained her composure just by that one statement. "Whatever do you mean?"