A month?! That in itself seemed impossible. Reid himself had only spent several days here before finding himself slouched awkwardly in his seat on the jet, asleep and babbling something about not wanting to watch the screens any longer. To be here for a month would... well, the psychological effects it would have on someone with PTSD would be astronomical, comparing it with those who had been kidnapped or held prisoner for a similar amount of time.
Biting his lip, Reid looked up at the Romani woman. "Does she ever leave?" he asked, quickly looking over the man's situation. One chain, around his ankle, nothing that could ever be separated by human hands alone.