It'd be a lot easier for Betty to think if she didn't feel something - some sense of foreboding - coming from the corner. And it's hard for her to stop allowing her eyes to continuously dart back toward it too. She can feel her heart pumping a little bit faster and that churn of anxiety in her gut. So between that and the various thoughts assaulting her own brain - related to her fear as well as the sting and welling up wetness on her palms - Betty can't really make out the extra voices.

In fact, Ben's probably lucky that she's managed to catch any of what he said at this point.

"I don't even know what to think - or how any of this would work." Betty's honest in that, she has no idea what to make of any of this, but she knows that she's out of her element, and as much as she wants to be strong it's easier said than done in this situation. So, there isn't really a hesitation as she scrambles to scoot closer, all the while unable to take her eyes off of the ominous corner - was that movement? "I'm good with that - I don't really like waiting on the cavalry." Betty says, eyes straying from the corner for a moment to look at Ben as she nods.

"If you can get me even loose that might help." But man she hopes that he can get them completely free and unbuckled. Turning - her eyes settling back as a groan of some sort erupts through the padded room - Betty squeezes her fists and tries to count her breaths to control the hammer that's replaced her heart.