Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Joan's gaze softens fractionally; her hand finds his for a brief squeeze of reassurance. "This is all supposed to go back to normal tomorrow," she reminds him, though she's not entirely certain she believes it, even with everything she's experienced so far on this island. "At worst, I need to keep them occupied that long."

In all likelihood, he'll be within shouting distance, her a distraction on the inside while Arthur finds a way to eliminate the threat of violence from the outside.