Elle doesn't have time to be surprised by his disappearing arm. There's some part of her mind that sees that and thinks, huh, that's new, but then she's scrambling to her feet. The one she knocked over is getting up, and the one that was hit by the stun gun has recovered by now, too, but a quick jog and she's behind the man, out from that mess of prisoners.

"But you can be happy here," the prisoners intone, every syllable in sync.

Elle is in the middle of reloading, and she laughs, a short, shaky, unpleasant sound. "No. No, I can't. I really can't."