Interrogating people over the years had given Drina some talent with knowing when people were lying, and as far as she could tell, this Delaney character was being honest. She listened to each of his answers, logging the information away so she could analyze it later on. She was somewhat surprised by his thick accent, but being bilingual had given her a slight advantage in patience and understanding people. When he implied that they might be able to determine their location that night, she was surprised to learn he was educated. He might have had a fund of knowledge in useless trivia before he came here, but that little tidbit seemed to be a rather useful idea.

As a police officer and special agent, Drina was not used to having the questions turned toward her, and so she did not want to be very forthcoming at first. "My name is Drina Perez," she knew that her surname was off putting to some, because her husband was Caucasian and she had not taken his last name, but she had her reasons for that. She decided not to share her occupational information with Cathair; it was stored away in a secret arsenal should she ever need to use it.

When he asked if she was alone, she had noticed his eyes flickering towards her stomach. The inquiry wasn't simply asking 'Are you alone,' it was implying 'Is there a man here with you,' and for the briefest of moments, Drina felt her temper flare. An eyebrow quirked and her jaw tightened slightly. "Yes I am alone. My husband was out of town when I was taken and won't return home until the end of the week." Her tone was harsh and her words were clipped and short.

"Tell me, Cathair, was it? What were you doing before you were captured and brought here? Were you asleep in your apartment? Watching TV, relaxing? Let me tell you what I was doing." Drina had no legitimate reason to snap at him, but the morning had only set her in a foul mood. "I was home, alone. Getting ready to start maternity leave while my husband was out of town. I had spent the evening relaxing. Took a bath and everything. But when I went to bed, something wasn't right. So I went downstairs to check everything. There were three men waiting for me. Three men for one pregnant woman. One man managed to grab me and he now has a broken nose. I tried to get to a phone to call someone, but the third man was waiting in the shadows to knock me out. So before you begin to think that I need a man here to protect me, think again." What Drina wouldn't admit to herself, or anyone else at that point, was that she was terrified because she couldn't protect herself the way she needed to. One wrong move and she could injure her baby, or worse.

She took a deep breath to calm down. She knew that he didn't mean to set her off, and she actually apologized for it. The last thing that Drina had thought about was food and she knew that, eventually, she was going to have to stop and eat. Fortunately, being pregnant made her want to eat all the time. "I haven't. Not yet."