I... did, yeah. [She's a little hesitant to answer that question, entirely. There were some days in that first month or so that she'd have rather been back in prison than being here. Not that she's about to let Jonathan know any of that, she's already told other people too much and even if he's related to her, she'd rather play this closer to her chest.]

Evidently he didn't want me getting involved in this if he didn't have to. Even if, fucking surprise, I still ended up getting involved whether he meant me to or not! [There's a real hint of resentment to her tone, huffing as she's curling further into the blankets.]

He's a fuckin' bastard, that's all there is to it.