Grey couldn't help be laugh when he told her not to get killed, she might have found it more patronising if she wasn't here, on the island. Because here it seemed like a distinct possibility, it wasn't as if she even knew what she was dealing with, it was entirely possible whoever was behind this wasn't even human. "I wasn't planning to, someone's got to keep Malc out of trouble." Malc, Jesus she hoped he was okay, or as okay as he could be under the circumstances.
"I have my moments," she agreed, "like when some twat locks me in a fucking cell." She kicked the wall behind her and almost growled. It wasn't even being locked up that was really bothering her, it was being locked up without Malcolm, it was being separated and hearing him screaming outside. That was the worse part. "Oh it wasn't one or the other," she assured him, "I'm making a list, I'm making the cunt pay of this."