Anaya finally looks at Shawn.  "How long ago did it happen?"  She asked.  Her tone was quiet, but not<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>gentle, though there may have been effort made.  "And when did the radios go out?"  Once again, her tone is soft, but brisk, her eyes lit from behind as though behind an obsidian lake flickered a brilliant flame.  Anaya was guarded, but her questions had purpose.  She was testing, prodding, feeling this young man out to see if he would pursue what he'd asked with more force or would let it slip through the cracks.  He was clearly intimidated by she and the other girls.  She wanted to see how far that intimidation went.  And she was gaining insight and information on him along the way.