The lockup part of all of this has been, relatively speaking, simple. A mental tug of war with the rotten Bowen, singing and playing with Charlie to keep them both entertained, crappy food, chilly toes until Nina brought along warm socks and her warmest blanket. And a whole lot of wait-and-wondering.
But this is the part that she's waited for, that she feels wary about. The questioning. Adelaide doesn't doubt her own abilities; the ability to keep silent, the ability to talk in circles or flat out lie if she needs to. But since she looked into Olinger's eyes last night she also doesn't doubt his ability - and willingness - to use everything he has to complicate and entangle that lying. She is certain he'll throw as much collateral damage as he can in her path, and so Adelaide is anxious to answer and evade in ways that won't jeopardize the people who have become part of this. Olinger throwing Nina in her face this morning was more proof - and now, again, when she walks into the interrogation room and sees this familiar face.
Certainly there are lots of people that Adelaide knows in the Capitol, being of high profile and having lived here for over two years, but Isaac seems like another pointed choice on Olinger's part. He's someone Adelaide has a rapport with, a certain level of understanding with. Isaac's personal losses made him detach, and the pre-Rodeo Adelaide understood that so completely. She mimed a life at first because it wasn't in her not to carry on, and later because Charlie's presence woke her up some, but her heart felt like a dead weight in her chest without Rodeo, and she could sense something of that in Isaac when they interacted.
It is a minor connection, but still a connection, and now she walks in and finds him sitting here, ready to question her. Maybe it's coincidence, and probably Isaac's position would have brought him here either way, but Adelaide senses Olinger's fingerprints here too, as she crosses the room and sits down with Charlie on her knee. The baby is a damn sight happier now that he's getting regular diaper changes, and that more than anything makes this all easier to take. The two of them don't look too much worse for the wear - at least not yet.
"We're hanging in there," Adelaide answers, lifting her brows at Isaac. This feels slightly less fraught than talking to Nina did, at least at first, since they're not trying to pretend he doesn't know things that he already does. Her expression is cool, cagey, and with the knowledge of who she is out there, there really is a somewhat uncanny resemblance between the siblings. "So did you volunteer for this job, or did they hand pick you?" she asks.