“I’m alright,” Max confirmed, hands dropping now that he was certain she was steady on her feet. “I can’t quite place it,” he admitted. “It looks like that spooky guy...the one who does all of the Johnny Depp movies...but I am horrible with names.”
Gaze shifted, looking around. “And you’re right. This most definitely is not the OC. Don’t suppose you have any idea of how to get out of here?”