[Shiv furrows her brow at someone nearly two decades younger than her having more wisdom about how the men in their lives see them than she did back then. Eighteen-year-old Siobhan Roy naively thought she could earn more respect if she just proved herself and made her own way in the world. But that simply wasn't how the world worked, or how her father worked.]

...yep. Story of my fucking life.

[It never mattered that she was smarter than her brothers and her dad knew it. She could be the most qualified person in the room and still be at a disadvantage.]

You don't have to.

I'm Siobhan. I don't make a habit of blubbering in public bathrooms, usually, but a woman can self-indulge when she's been kidnapped, you know?

[Honestly, it's refreshing to meet a girl just as shit with comfort as Shiv herself is.]