[Yes, she expects all nine of you to squeeze your butts into her bedroom with her. It'll be standing room only, but thankfully this sample bedroom isn't as cluttered with random kid-detritus as he one at home, mostly because she hasn't been to the toy store yet. She's wearing an unfortunate combination of a black t-shirt (still with a starburst on it, or something close enough Joey can pretend it is one), a leather skirt, leggings, and ballerina slippers, and has a notepad and some kind of frog mask in her lap.]

Okay. Just to put this on the table. This is a meeting for how we're going to get out of here. I am done with this bull and I think so are all of you.

There's no such thing as an inescapable prison, especially not if it's made out of a shopping mall of all things! I'm no expert in criminal activities, but I think we're supposed to have a couple here, right? All I know is the first step is to have meetings in the bedrooms: no cameras, and they're soundproof.

After that, what I am an expert in is solving puzzles. That means making a list of our assets, and a list of the problems to be solved to get out of here. I've got mad dancing skills and an unused ability to animate some object like I'm a wizard or something. What's everyone else got?

Finally...we need to keep alive. No one goes anywhere without a buddy, okay? Not even the bathroom. This is basic stuff. Ideally, groups of three, but we've got ten people, so...

[She looks over the group.]

Anywhere, we're all here, and we're all sick of this, right? What's everyone else got?