The beads are unwound as soon as she gets her other hand behind her back and slip up her sleeve, though not as easily or as invisibly as she'd like. They never taught her enough.
She listens and watches with alarm, and as soon as she understands what he means to mime the door is firmly shut and latched.
She raises her hands in what she hopes is a calming gesture and speaks slowly and soothingly.
"It is all right, little fish, and I ask with the greatest respect that you be calm."