[ someone how speaks her thoughts out loud—she likes it. still, she doesn't forget what an acquaintance enlightened her about a few days earlier, that this place could be seen as a haven for those who come from harsher environments. she tries not to complain as much as a result, but the truth remains that she'd rather be in her own world. ]

I'm still searching for an exit. I intend to make it known should I succeed, but that's looking less likely each day.

[ that's all she'll say about that. now she makes a face, like she can't believe what she just heard. ] What's there to hate about insects? They're very friendly—most of them, I suppose. The ones here are especially nice. I've seen people with fireflies at their sides, like pets. You should get one for your friend. Then he'll see their charm.