Heather jumped at the voice in her head, almost like she'd been shocked, her whole time here and she'd never heard anyone's voice in her head quite like that. Not quite sure how the telepathic stuff worked she simply thought her answer a bit harder than she would have. 'You know why. I'm not gonna go through all that crap for a bunch of people who didn't quite care weather I lived or died, to turn my back on two people who mean more to me than one of them.' She wasn't about to cross that salt line. She might carry a certain amount of stupidity with her, but she wasn't that dumb.
"And besides I was kind of being a bitch on purpose. I wanted you to let me go. Anything to get you to make a mistake. Besides, you're hailed as a hero... Back in your home town. They have a memorial to you and everything. Think they woulda done that for a screw up?" Her eyes went stony. "But that doesn't mean you get to cross this salt line in my brothers body. You want out, you gotta find somebody else to inhabit. We have to face a bunch of guests everyday that want our autograph for some reason or another... You can have one of them. Hell they'd probably love going for the ride. But that's the only way you're getting off this ship." She wasn't about to let him out in that meat suit.