(He's somewhat insulted by Gracia's comment.)
Nah, McGillis isn't the kind that lets his emotions get the better of him like that.
...Now, Gaelio, on the other hand... Maybe?
(To Dorothy)
Yeah, like I said, I don't know how I got here.
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"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."People don't come here if they can avoid it. They are brought here without wanting to be.
Some of them want to stay, though. That's what happens when you're a prisoner for long enough. It's called Stockhead Shindig.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?"That's preposterous, I go anywhere I please. I've yet to meet a single man that could obstruct me. Unless you're suggesting our being here is the machinations of some higher power. Gods perhaps?"
Dorothy considers her words for a moment and remembers where she is. She looks over her shoulder, expecting something to be there, only to feel a little absurd to see nothing.
She is nervous because she has skeletons in her closet.
She knows she should iron them more but she just hangs them up and hopes the wrinkles go away.
That's why she has no skeleton right now. She is embarrassed and thinks we'll judge her.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
You have nice hair. Don't let anyone eat it.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Gracia stares back at her-
...
-Shifts, nervously-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She smiles, then grins-
I like you, too. Even though you say stuff that doesn't make much sense and are probably crazy.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"That's one less concern, I suppose. Did you say MIA? I wouldn't think you'd deserted, but the idea that you're here not of your own will is worrying."