Dawn absently wrapped her arms around herself as she curled up slightly at her end of the couch. Her eyes shifted to look over at him when he spoke, and she smiled a little. "Yeah...that's kinda what I was thinking, too. I figure that maybe we can force the manager to let us go. Or at least tell us how to get back." Okay, so a few years ago, that would have never come out of her mouth. But now? After all she'd seen? She had no problem, really, with someone getting tortured or killed. Or maimed-she'd settle for maimed.
"You wanna help?" She looked over at him slightly hopefully, 'cause she hadn't actually done anything herself, but she'd had the feeling that he had. And she didn't know if Cordy or any of the others had. So she really hoped he'd help with this.