[Fenimore doesn't appreciate the distinction -- it sounds like just words in a place where none of them have managed any significant progress on getting out. But she is currently at her most cynical.]
I wish I could. [...A sigh.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply -- [Imply what? She awkwardly trails off. If Ginia hadn't picked up on any bad implications, she didn't want to plant them in her head.]
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I wish I could. [...A sigh.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply -- [Imply what? She awkwardly trails off. If Ginia hadn't picked up on any bad implications, she didn't want to plant them in her head.]