[ Scarlett nods, a glimmer of appreciation shining in her eyes as she gathers up the papers in her lap. Folding them and stuffing them into one of her many pockets to pour over later. Apparently the mere fact that he was - more or less - rolling with what was happening here, was enough for Scarlett to spend some time talking to him, instead of offering one word answers until he went away. ]

The Keeper's little game? [ She lets out a derisive snort, her fingers running through her short dark hair as she cants her head in Jim's direction. ] Don't see much point. You only do something like that as a distraction. So you don't go crazy with nothing to do but worry about what comes next.

[ She shrugs, far more at ease with the idea of 'what comes next' than anyone has a right to be. ]

I don't need the distraction. [ Her life had been a game of 'what next' for the last few years. Being here was much of the same, only somehow safer. ]

Plus I don't do selfies.