She wants to say it's not good enough, that it's not an excuse, but she knows that's not fair. She's seen the same thing back home, the kids who walk away when their friends getting beaten because they don't want to draw attention to themselves. Steph's never been that sort of person.

"Maybe," some of then tension leaves her body, like she's going to hold on to that and use it against all the awful things she sees, "It'd make me feel better about being trapped."