"I won't tell them anything." It's more stubbornness than real conviction that makes her say that. Torture she can withstand, mind control maybe not. She used to have protection against it, but she hasn't had that for a while now.

She folds herself onto the couch, tucks her arm under her head, and mutters, "I'm gonna get some sleep."

Sleep is a better prospect than thinking about what could happen to her tomorrow.