Her grimace becomes more pronounced when he presses against the wound with a bit more pressure. Carrie knew he'd have to, but she hadn't really anticipated how much it would hurt when he did.

Carrie braces herself with one hand against the wall as if pushing back on it. "No," she replies without any specification. "Please be careful," she adds because whether he's pressing harder or not, it feels like he is and it's less a warning to him that he's hurting her and more of a pathetic pleading for him to be mindful of it in the hopes that he won't take it as a gleeful reason to double down. This is Hell, after all.

"Nobody brought us here, Peter, we're just here because this is what's next," she whispers only because she can't quite find her voice without the fear that it'll become a scream of agony.