She rolls her eyes, because she can't fathom having a crush on Maxwell. It's like having a crush on an idea, and he's so proper. Swann might look and act like a living doll, but she's never really been after a fairytale.

"Helpless is fine as long as long as he does it up in a tree or something," she murmurs, gesturing vaguely. "I don't care if he wins by killing everyone or just by outliving them. All he has to do -- all any of them have to do -- is win."