Sansa pulls at the vine wrapping around him, breaking her nails as she claws at it and manages it to yank it off. It seems as though the plants themselves seem to want to kill them and without a way to get out, she has no idea what they'll do. Panic is rising in her throat, cloying to her in a way it hasn't since Ramsay, but she has to remain calm. She has to think. If she cannot think her way out of this, she'll be lost, and she'll be of no use to herself or Jared.

"Do you think there's another way to turn the water off?" Sansa asks loudly, trying to be heard over the din of the water and the snaking vines of plants and rustle of leaves. They're running out of time, desperately so, and she needs to do something before they end up falling prey to one of the myriad traps that's been laid for them. She's been through worse experiences and survived them. She will survive this and, furthermore, she'll bring Jared through with her.

"How else could we possibly stop this water? Is there any device like this that might do it?" she asks, pointing to the phone that's been inserted into her forearm. She's never used one of these devices before but it stands to reason that possibly it might be used to control the things that are happening around them.