Inwardly, Rorschach grimaced. How had he ended up like this, in a dank, cooling cell where his only company was a frightened, meek woman? He listened as she asked him if they would get out, feeling her limbs and torso against his broader side.
"Might. Might not," Rorschach answered after a moment. "Think that we will. You?"
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