"Well, I would've liked your mum then," she noted absently like it actually mattered. But impressing an Irishman's mother was kind of hard or so she'd heard.
Eden closed her eyes, licking her lips lightly, "I hope it was just me. I can handle it if they're just fucking with me. But if they're doing things to innocent people... May whatever god they believe in help them should I get my hands on them."
She blinked up at him when he sat down beside her. Without being invited, she shifted over so her head was in his lap. It was easier to look up at him that way. Hey, if he was going to sit there, she was going to make herself more comfortable.
"This is assuming they're not pumping gas into the room to knock us out before transfer... And that they're going to put you back where they find you." Eden sighed a little closing her eyes again. "Maybe you'd best be the one to post and try to find things out."