Nathan had a number years of gaining the skills at repression, but it seemed as though this place – or perhaps just this woman – was out to keep him under enough pressure to throughly strain those hard won limits.
"Oh, I think you tried enough already, Ma," he said, turning to face her as he stood up. Once standing, he stuck his hand in his pocket to get his cellphone... and came up empty. "Dammit."
His first idea for escape thwarted, though there were others he had that he could use if this went badly before someone came along and opened the door of their own volition, he folded his arms over his chest. "You wanna explain yourself, or should I start taking guesses as to why you've locked us in here."