Even a full-fledged attempt to flee wouldn't have met with any success, had Shane tried it. Shiloh was tall and thin, but he wasn't a weakling. He'd grown up working the land, and avoiding blows and there wasn't a bit of softness on him.
"What room are you in?" he asked Shane, even as he reassuringly patted Aaron's shoulder with his gloved hand. "It'll be okay, Aaron," he assured, nodding toward the door of the building when it came in to view.