“I'm fine,” she said softly, her gaze lowering as he gently cleaned her up. “I'm not..it's not mine.” she said, her brilliant mind spinning rapidly. Suddenly she clutched his arm, her eyes wide, fearful. “There's a gang of men, rounding up women...murdering them,” she breathed, her voice trembling with terror. “I...I saw them, Christian.” she lowered her gaze, tears slipping down her cheeks.
A plausible excuse, and true, all things considered.
“I'm scared,” she whispered, almost brokenly. “Please...get me out of here.”