Thorne blinked at her, then down at the sewage he could barely make out in the darkness. "Don't you have some tool in that fancy hand of yours that can get us across?"
Cinder glared, light-headed from her body's instinctively short breaths. "Oh, wow, how could I have forgotten about my grappling hook?

The witch snipped off her golden hair and cast her out into a great desert

She could be a fire hazard. Maybe we should remove her from the ship before she spontaneously combusts.

Over everything, I choose you

Maybe the princess could save herself."
"That sounds like a pretty good story too.

Let me guess,” Thorne said. “Breaking and entering?”
After a long silence of examining the retracting mechanism, the girl wrinkled her nose. “Two counts of treason, if you must know. And resisting arrest, and unlawful use of bioelectricity. Oh, and illegal immigration, but honestly, I think that's a little excessive.