The interrogation wasn’t surprising and she nodded, unwillingly, but she complied. She had realized a few things. Chiefly how the young, married man had come close to maybe meeting an untimely death, and how at the present moment she had no recourse other than letting events play out until she had a better chance at escape once on the road. For now she would lull him into a false sense of having broken her. She would try and cry again, look helpless and defeated. The trip would take several days and she would let him think he had the upper hand for a day or two. She could study his habits and look for a weapon to use.<br/><br/>She was dimly aware of his pottering about the room and packing<i>her</i>stuff while she ruminated on her plans when she heard him call her.<br/><br/>She had a name godammit and it wasn’t songbird.  He was taking her for her summary execution and all for what a few thousand dollars?  Tears sprang to her eyes again and she sniffled and looked at him.<br/><br/>More questions? Hmpf, it wasn’t like she could say no.