[ Her attitude seemed to have no affect on Crawford what so ever. He remained utterly unimpressed. And for a moment, he just stared at her. He almost felt pity for her, honestly. Hope like that would only get crushed eventually. And that would hurt more than anything. ]

Are you deaf? This ain't just about your body. Your mind or soul or whatever the hell you wanna call it. That ain't getting out, either. It doesn't matter what powers you've got, you're stuck.

[ He drummed his fingers on the bar, thinking how to get through to her. ]

The guy who owns this place. Lucifer. The literal fucking devil. If he can't figure out how to get out of this place, what makes you think you've got all the answers?