The fear radiates from Meredith in waves, a light snack to the hungry part of Jake that is connected to the Eye. She's visibly shaken by the idea. "I don't want to be eaten." The words come out as a harsh whisper, as she adjusts her position slightly, sitting up more and straightening her arms out behind herself.

"Right, I read up on this after the last time I was kidnapped." Her hands clasp behind her back--Jake can hear a pair of (actually quite loud) cracking pops, as she dislocates her thumbs to try to give herself slack in the rope.