"I can't remember the last time someone gave me a brush and some paints and told me to make them something beautiful," Dutch says with a laugh. She doesn't mention painting walls with blood when she'd been under Khylen's thumb because that was a thing she so rarely talked about it and it didn't fit the conversation at all.

"I'm a lot better with guns and knives," she explains before taking the charcoal and stepping closer to the easel. She holds it up, lets it hover over the paper before glancing over and asking, "What should I draw?"