James watched her with some curiosity as she rambled on. She really could talk; he wasn't used to women giving quite so much input, but at least what she was saying made enough sense. It wasn't the inane rambling that he would have expected.
"Yes, I heard it," he said simply, wishing that he had a cigarette or a drink. This sort of conversation could be made a lot more bearable by both or either.
"Perhaps it was simply- words to cause panic," he told her, surprisingly calm about the whole thing. His training had prepared him for this kind of situation. He just had to keep calm, and think like a operative, even if this wasn't his world anymore. "If it is a psychological experiment, then it doesn't really change much. We just- don't give him, or them, the satisfaction of reacting as they would like," he told her.
He paused for a second, and then motioned for her to sit down with a nod of his head. "Let's take some time to think it through, and once we've decided- exactly what to do to the fucker, as you so eloquently put it, we can try the old 'sick prisoner' act. Of course, that would require our jailer to have actual morals, which is doubtful, but it may be worth a try," he suggested.