Ohmyfuck this was really happening, wasn't there? Kenzi agreed to have him dig into her eye with a goddamn scalpel and possibly even remove it for the sake of getting a key and getting the hell out of these things. Terrifying, terrifying concept. Almost self-piss worthy, but she had a lot of pride before she wet her damn pants.
Kenzi couldn't nod to agree. Another swallow of that nervous lump that kept appearing in her throat, and she went through the motions of clenching and unclenching her fist. Okay, cool, breathe. She could handle this. Scared out of her goddamn mind, she could deal, she was a damn survivor and whoever brought them in here could suck on her imaginary dick afterwards.
The dude she was stuck with wasn't a complete stranger. Marrowood was a small town, she'd spoken to him on the network once or twice, Anna knew him (and most importantly acted like she trusted him). So Kenzi had no choice but to trust him, too. And just hoped that trust wasn't misplaced.
"Okay. I'm good. I'm ready." Deep breath in, deep breath out. "Come at me, bro."