Carver shrugged, still refusing to look at Jack's face. "Whatever." 

She wasn't sure if he was saying it to protect the Doctor or her. It was also possible he just wanted to avoid any more problems until the holiday passed. It didn't really matter, though; either way, she was probably never going to be given any freedom ever again. She shuddered, and gave Lock's tail a small squeeze.

[i]Great[/i]. Her tantrum had completely shattered the one thing she cared most about. She couldn't even blame someone else for the problem this time.

...Well, she could, but no one would buy it. 

Aaaaand by ranting about what she wanted to do, she had ruined any chance of ever actually being able to try any of it, let alone get away with it.

Bones. She was really bound by the bog, now. Nothing left but an eternal future of misery.

Carver pulled most of her vines in close, tightening them around her cage as much as possible. The only ones she left any amount of slack were the ones holding Lock's tail.