[she pauses as an idea hits her, and suddenly she becomes almost unnervingly calm:]
You really think I wouldn't be able to find you, don't you? Well, let me tell you something. I've been over every inch of this prison in the past week, noting every building, every abandoned house, every crack and slant of light. I've built myself a very remarkable mind, you know; I can remember anything I choose with perfect clarity.
[she smiles thinly, in a way she desperately hopes looks suitably eerie. She's never tried that before.]
You couldn't resist turning on the video. And you thought you were being so careful. We're under a dome at the bottom of the ocean—there's nowhere to hide. And that isn't all...
[she's bluffing—she still hasn't figured out where he is, nor has she explored every single nook and cranny of the place yet. But she's counting on her appearance to lend her believability...]