[ She accepts the Tylenol, downing it with some water quickly, muttering a quiet thanks. She's relieved when she keeps it down. She swallows, putting a hand to her forehead. ]

Mary... I'm-- no. I don't know what Jesse told you to tell me, but I'm not falling for it. I just need--

[ She stops. Her words were slurring together quickly. Panic was rising, but still manageable. She'd find a way out. You don't fuck with a mother. ]

I just need a phone, and I'll get us out. All of us. [ She looks at Mary. Was she really stuck here? ]