What the fuck indeed!
Her attempts to leave had left her circling back on herself. Strange trees, strange plants, haunted clouds. And now, people she was half-convinced weren't people at all. Ears pinning back, Myna bristled at all of them, and answered the question with robust, outraged confidence,
It's obvious, aye? We're trapped in a fuckin' faerie spell an' they're lurin' us to our doom. If we don't find a way outta tis mess, we'll all be eaten. Or worse.
Mal would never let her live this down if he found out she had walked into a supernatural trap and he'd evaded it. She needed to escape before he found out. Or at least before he died of old age.
I love IC spontaneity & drama! So if it's what your character would do, let 'em attempt it!

