[Well, the good news is that no one attempts to take anyone's face off.]
[Instead, there's a dull clang from the inside of the vent as Jail, apparently working off some deep-seated survival instinct, rolls sharply to the left to dodge the strings. She doesn't appear to be awake at all. Somehow, she's now gripping a wrench in one hand like she's planning to use it as an improvised weapon.]
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[Instead, there's a dull clang from the inside of the vent as Jail, apparently working off some deep-seated survival instinct, rolls sharply to the left to dodge the strings. She doesn't appear to be awake at all. Somehow, she's now gripping a wrench in one hand like she's planning to use it as an improvised weapon.]
[In a soft but audible sleepy mumble:]
Five more minutes...
[And she's snoring again.]