"...Think they will?" The thought both lifted and terrified Allison. If they tried to get them back, they'd either be killed or caught themselves. "...No. My dad'd tell him not to act so rash. That you can take care of yourself, that he has nothing to worry about. And it's... probably best that he thinks I'm dead so he won't go against his own advice." She moved only to lock the cage, clicking the padlock shut, before lying back with him, slipping her fingers through the bars.
"...Do we even want them to come for us?" She asked, quietly.