George snorted, in a 'laugh not to cry' sort of way. Rolling her eyes in agreement with Sam, she sighed. "They're fucking with us so completely. I don't get it." What was there to get? They seemed like sitting ducks, getting kidnapped, put into weird shit with lions (mauled by them too, apparently), suffering from sleep deprivation and home sickness...It just sucked.
"Um, yeah." Lived, died, kept living... "What about you?"
Turning around to face the way the sound came from, George set her jaw in annoyance. "Goddamn it."