[ The warning sinks in. This time, and not any of the others, because she has seen it firsthand. Even given the chance, she does not have it in her to do what is necessary to get herself away. She's seen her failure. It's threatening the fleeting hope that she had managed to cling to after all this time.

She stares at him, resolve and disappointment writ plainly across her face alongside the grudge she bears against him. He is in some ways a kinder captor than Unkar Plutt, but she will not forget what he represents. There is still Skywalker to consider. ]

I have a name. [ She snaps this because it's the only reply she has. Plutt called her 'girl.' Plutt treated her like property. ] And I don't think you're my best shot of anything. You're a traitor. [ This is a bold accusation in the dead of night, but there's no use holding back anymore. She'd tried to kill him. Calling him a traitor to his king is nothing next to that. ] If I get caught with you, I'll burn with you. And when the King learns of it, he'll give you nothing. I'll never see Dorne or my parents or anything you've offered me.