They kept rohypnol on hand, but Alves was not entirely familiar with the drug, not sure how long it would take for her to become drowsy and to eventually black out. So he stayed on top of her, not willing to take a chance with her escaping, though he did ease his weight off of her a little bit. "That's a good girl. So obedient." He reached down to brush some of the reddish hair out of her face, admiring the smudged, pale look of her cheeks. Tara had been terribly cooperative thus far; Her fight or flight had broken, or perhaps she possessed that third option: "roll over and play dead".<br/><br/>"What is your full name?" He asks. He would keep asking her questions until she was unable to answer.<br/><br/>"Where were you born?"<br/><br/>"Where is your family?"<br/><br/>"Why are you here, in this state?"<br/><br/>"Are you expected to return soon?"<br/><br/>It went on until Alves was entirely confident that she was too dumbed up by drugs to resist.