Normally, she would've made a joke but now was not the time for joking. Her eyes followed him as he paced back and forth. What in the world could he possibly be thinking?
And then it sort of came out. She would've asked what he meant but she was afraid any interruption would stop him and he proceeded anyhow. Shit. He was IRA. Or at least a branch thereof.
"I never doubted that for a second," she noted. Of course they knew, whoever they were. How could they not? If you were going to kidnap someone, to researched them first. But as the list grew of what exactly was on the island, she had to fight off the desire to groan in realization. "It's an army. It has to be. They're building a bloody army. But for what?" She threw her hands up, sighing heavily and sitting on the floor, "This is insane! What about the people that aren't any thing like us? We supposed to train them or some shit?"