Yes, well, apparently that was news to most people born after 1980. "It was on the little computer in our cottages," he told. "Someone who calls himself the Commissioner. Which is an American word. Basically summed up we're prisoners, they refuse to tell us why we're here and any attempts at escape will result in punishment of another prisoner."
Which was all rather like a plot in a spy thriller, but the last part smacked off effective prisoner control. While some people wouldn't care, others would. And the ones who did would attempt to stop the ones who didn't to protect themselves and others.
"Watch lists?" he asked. "I wasn't on any watch lists I know. I'm just a book keeper. Cathair Delaney." He didn't offer his hand. Most of her sort weren't the sort who liked to be touched.
Which was the wrong tactic to take, because she suddenly froze up and flushed. Cath glanced over his shoulder to make certain she'd not seen anything he'd missed then back to her. "Are you all right?"