Meanwhile, in the tank, Sanni sat, peering out the window. One hand was idly twisting her braids round and round. Finally she spoke, quietly. :iceland: "Do you think it's always going to be like this? I mean, at the first sign of anything, I'm locked in the tank? I told them there aren't any trolls nearby. I'm sure of it." She trailed into silence, realizing how childish she sounded. She muttered sorry under her breath, but in Finnish.