Rose gave a little smile. "Yeah, trust me. The pattern thing was much more effective out of here than in here. Someone's behind all of this, I was trying to figure out who. Maybe putting together who's missing would lead to the why. But obviously, it doesn't matter much to me now. Hopefully they keep at it, though." And of course it was two of her closest friends she'd given the task to. And she knew how stubborn Elena could be and how easily Jules would freak and would either of them keep it up now that Rose herself had been taken?
Hard to call.
With her wrist bound and the throbbing abading some, she could think more clearly. Her face still hurt, her ribs were on fire, but for the most part, she was doing a bit better. She could at least function. And that was important. Keep her head together.
"Guessing you've had time to check the place out, then?" She struggled to her feet and weakly walked the perimeter, though she was certain Abby had already done so plenty of times. "We're being guarded, aren't we? There's more than just locks keeping us here, I'm sure. There's always guards, dammit." Who she was pretty sure were brainwashed. She didn't think Mr. Wilson, who liked to come look at the paintings in the shop, was exactly mean, but she was pretty sure he was the one who'd given her the kick to the ribs when she'd tried to punch him.