Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"Thank you, again." It's ever-so-polite, almost warm. Anyone who knows Joan would tell you that's a danger zone, not quite as close to you getting a new orifice as frosty polite, but definitely a warning sign.

Molokov doesn't know her, however, and she's perfectly happy to walk along with him and let him think she's a helpless if intelligent playmate of Anatoly's a little while longer. "I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new to the island?"