For a moment, Lily thought she'd finally slipped and was now hearing voices. Could one go mad in four days? Maybe a recluse would take longer, but she was social. She saw people every day. Loads of them. She talked to a lot of them.
Her eyes remained half closed for a moment as she waited for the imaginary voice to continue before the meaning of the words sank in. Emerald eyes snapped open, and she jerked slightly as she turned her head to peer toward the person who'd spoken.
She studied his strange attire for a moment as she struggled with the concept she wasn't alone anymore. She had no idea who he was, if he was one of the kidnappers or if he was another victim, but she wanted little more than to fling her arms around him and thank Merlin she wasn't alone.
Apparently, Lily could go mad in four days.
Shaking her head, she attempted to form an answer to his question that wasn't simply a babble of words just because there was someone here to hear them.
"I can try," she offered to him, one hand moving slightly toward the wand jutting out of her hip pocket. "But I'm likely just as helpless and hopeless as you are." She cut herself off there before she launched into an introduction which would bleed into a babble of the way she'd spent the past four days and just how badly she wanted to go home. A war with her friends was better than this lonely place.