[ Out of the frying pan and into the den of Noah. And here he thought he'd begun to beat the chilling, sickening feeling of waking up in yet another strange place but knowing just where he was did not make matters better. More like the opposite.
He shifts where he sits. Restless. Scared out of his wits. ]
I never know what to expect when it comes to you. [ Speaking of... ] What are you going to do to me?