Re: Bedroom One: Sarah Jane Smith | L. Lawliet
Sarah's face grew darker as she listened to the boy's story. It was a cruel practice, and one she wouldn't put past her captors. But she doubted that if the young man's theory was correct the others would begrudge them what had happened.
"Except, unlike the birds, we're all thinking creatures," she said. Still, she rose and helped him, guessing he was looking for hidden cameras. "We didn't ask to be brought for this experiment, whatever it is, and everyone knows that. I don't think they'd blame us for what happens." She glanced toward the bathroom, with its promise of a shower. "And I doubt they'd think us noble or clever for refusing the amenities given to us." Assuming they worked, of course. It would also not surprise her if the nice-looking shower wouldn't turn on, or if the clothing was too small by a size. Taunting with the chance of getting clean and refreshed.
"And I do think it's jumping to conclusions just a little," she said, although she was opening the closet to see if there were any place to hide a camera. "There could be many reasons we're here, many different things our captors might try to do to us while we're here. It's a theory that makes sense, but we've got no proof of it as yet."
She pulled a clean white shirt out of the closet that looked to be the boy's size. "Best we can do is take advantage of the situation and see if we can figure out how to use it to everyone's advantage in the end." She held the shirt out to him. "So, would you like the first shower?"