Imagine that Carol has infiltrated Terminus, in her clay-camo garb, and stealthily managed to corner a handful of redshirt Termites.
Gun in her hand, trembling with uncertainty, she asks shakily, “Where are my people?”
She sees it register in her hostage’s eyes. Her family is still alive.
The gun in her hands goes still. She asks again, quietly, dangerously. “Where are they?”
The Termites just stare at her, refusing to answer.
She raises the gun, her finger very intentionally on the trigger.
"WHERE ARE THEY?!"