Ali gratefully took a few sips of the water given to her by Maria, she was thirsty but still just wanted to find a way out. She heard two sets of footsteps coming towards the room that she was in and sighed softly.<em>God, just leave me alone and let me figure this out.</em>She looked up at Warren as he stepped into the room, Maria beside him. They both had gloves on, just like last time...not again, if it was going to be done to her again...she wished it would be later, not now.  "Well, I was tired."<br/><br/>The psychology classes she'd taken weren't helping, she had only gotten to the very tip of the subject though. The only thing she could think of that could help her was that she was slightly obsessed with Criminal Minds and serial killer movies, okay...what always ended up saving girls?<em>Think, dammit, think</em>Playing along, yeah that was it. Ali just had to play along with whatever happened and hoped that it wouldn't be too bad. The muscles of her abdomen quivered slightly as he ran his hand along the stitching, it wasn't that sore..she just remembered how it had gotten there. "I'm feeling alright, I guess. Just a little confused." She was being honest with him, though she wasn't sure why..well, if she'd been completely honest she would have added scared to the end of that sentence.