[ Misa's in a similar position herself; earlier on in the trip, she'd decided to be difficult instead of a docile little prisoner. Constantly talking the guards' ears off, asking where they were going, generally just being very irritating and obnoxious (some of the best skills in her arsenal in the grand scheme of getting her way). Several many retaliations from the guard's end have dampened that stubborn resolve, as she's accepted she has no choice but to play nice and try to get back on their good side. ]

They seriously get mad over everything... [ Which is an exaggeration, but she gets the sense this person is also in the mood for complaining about their predicament. She gives a long, woe-is-me sigh, rolling over onto her stomach to better meet the man's eyes. ] Do you really think it's fine? I don't want them to think I'm gonna like, steal a log from the fire and throw it or something.

[ After enough acting out, she's become a little afraid again of getting in trouble; there's no telling if worse punishment awaits if she keeps doing what she's not supposed to. At present, she's resigned herself to just laying there, unmoving. ]