Confused? That was the understatement of the century, she thought to herself, adjusting the trench coat so it covered her knees as well, trying to keep all of her heat trapped within. She took a moment to praise the fact sheâ€™d been to lazy to change into her pajamas earlier. In a rare moment, it had paid off. She at least had a comfortable pair of tennis shoes and clothes that didnâ€™t stick out to badly, considering they were dark in color as is. She finger the fraying fabric of the coat, fighting the turmoil going on inside  of her.<br/><br/>She directed her attention to the box where the small provisions were laid, glancing at his expectant face as he looked at her, and for the moment, he looked almost as confused and nervous as she imaged she had been looking all night. â€œThanks,â€ she managed, feeling a little guilty about being the first one to pick anything up off of the table. She wasnâ€™t familiar with his level of patience, so she didnâ€™t take long, grabbing a piece of what she hoped was jerky from the box, nibbling on the corner. It didnâ€™t taste like anything she was familiar with, but she didnâ€™t question it, just continued to nibble around it. She wasnâ€™t really hungry, but she didnâ€™t want to give her stomach the chance to be anytime soon just in case. She took  in the room as she nibbled, glancing over at the man who seemed less selective in his choice, staring out into the rapidly darkening sky.<br/><br/>She sat quietly, searching her brain for something to say. Anything to just toss out there to break the silence. However, her mouth felt like sandpaper, no words offering themselves to her. She dared a glance back over, wondering even more so what in the world it was her uncle did, how he made all of this money, how he had this door of sorts into where ever the heck this place was. Just where had she gone?<br/>â€œDo you have anything to drink?â€ Lillith said finally, wiping her hands on her jeans before picking up a smaller piece of jerky this time. â€œItâ€™s fine if you donâ€™t, I was only curious. It doesnâ€™t seem like you can just waltz to a grocery store and pick up that kind of stuff,â€ she joke lamely, giving a weak laugh. â€œI know I asked before, and I really donâ€™t know a better place to start solving this confusion we seem to have than with the question of how you know my Uncle,â€ she continued, adjusting her position to have a better view of him. â€œIâ€™m warning you, I can be pushy when I have to be. Also, cyborgs? Were the guards cyborgs, or how does that work? After answering those two, we can move on to my next round. Iâ€™m making the assumption weâ€™ve got awhile to be here.â€ She eyed him, trying to make her expression demand business. She hoped it looked like she was intending. â€œWhy are you running too?"