"Indeed," Dorcas said, not missing the hint. Her smile twisted a bit when he asked, and then returned slightly. "My twin sister was killed," she said pointedly. "So, not as well as you two, but undoubtedly you had heard about that...?"
There, at least now if they had brains, they could logic out her reason for wanting to help them, even as the bile rose in her throat and her stomach tossed.