Chloe can't deny that when he’d first put his arm around her, what little part of her could think had expected that to happen. Throwing her into the fog, or forcing her to do things she wouldn't like much in exchange for treatment. She can't exactly thank him, but she is lucky.

“I wouldn't have let go. You'd have to go out in it too if you wanted to kick me out.”

It's like she’d said before, she bites back.