Zoe just shakes her head again, her mouth set in a stubborn line, because right now, that's better than losing it the way she will if she doesn't clench her jaw and fist her hands in the covers.

"What if there's a way out of this? We can talk t' someone--there's gotta be something--"

Part of her's clinging to the fact that there was a way out of it, the first time.

Part of her's remembering that someone close to them had to pay a heavy price for that.

At the moment, most of her doesn't care.