Vlad was careful not to look at her for too long, just in case any of that hidden recognition happened to slip out. There was a reason Isabella had hired him all those years ago, and if he was to tell her what he knew then he would be betraying her confidence. It was the worst thing an attorney could do, but it wasn't just that - nothing good could come of telling Darcy about her true parentage. He didn't even know if she cared in the first place. Perhaps she didn't even want to know at all.
He didn't understand why she was looking at him like that, but he did his best to pretend he didn't notice. There was no possible way she could have known who he was... that was definitely impossible. "I think you may be right." He leaned against the wall, resigned to the fact that there wasn't a way out unless the doors decided to open. "People meet over the forums and think that is good enough, but every so often things like this will happen. The building seems to want us to interact with each other." He paused, wondering if she'd ended up in some kind of strange room last month as well. "Did you... happen to find yourself somewhere strange about a month ago? A room, perhaps, where you had to complete some sort of task to escape?"