Gabriella was looking around, trying to figure out where she was. She wished that her parents had been better with directions, and would have taught her the same. She stuck her head quickly out of the big doors of the warehouse and realized two things. Yes, she was by a beach and... The doors she'd just looked out of weren't the biggest ones there. She was in an airplane hanger! How had she not noticed that? Maybe because there wasn't an airplane occupying it?<br/><br/>She rushed back to the radio and spoke quickly. "Yes, I'm by the beach, in a hanger." She told the voice over the radio, just before another came over, German, telling them that the frequency might have been intercepted. She gasped and fell back against another desk.<br/><br/>She couldn't stick around, and she wasn't sure she'd accept that German's words that they would be safe. It was likely he was just trying to get them there to kill them. She'd survived so long on her own, she wasn't willing to just walk into a trap.