Drina was so engulfed in her own confusion that when she heard someone call out, she jumped just a little out of being startled. Recovering quickly, she stopped walking and waited as the man approached her. He looked seemingly as confused as she did - his wardrobe certainly didn't hinder that assumption - and so she didn't think that he was someone who had brought her here, but that didn't rule him as an ally just yet.

"Hello." She spoke cautiously. The men who had broken into her house had already surprised her once, and that was more than enough. She wasn't about to let it happen a second time, but there was a nagging voice in the back of her head that kept mentioning her baby. There was no way Drina could fight like she could have five months ago without injuring the unborn child in her womb.

She wondered briefly if this man was perhaps a native to the island, but again, she doubted his connection to this place. "What's your name? Can you tell me anything about this place? How you got here or anything like that?" Interrogation was something that was second nature to Drina, and instead of simply asking questions, every inquiry she made fell into the pattern of her old job.