Midnight fidgets at Starla's inquiry, averting her gaze to the couch just as she did earlier. "I guess there was always that thought, but it's complicated," she mumbles. "First and foremost, I just wanted to keep them all dangling on a string, showing only just enough of what I could do, just to be a bitch. But... well, the lab sucked. But I knew what was in store there, and I was still alive. The outside – I had ideas of it from a couple of chips in my head. To venture out – that was the great unknown. Being left with no choice but to pick the unknown over certain death was the catalyst to move, I suppose."