"Wow, you're super proper, huh?" Kiley licked her lips, still eying Reginald closely. He wasn't approaching, or leering, so that helped a tiny bit. She was thinking less and less of grabbing a kitchen knife. His offer to help her pick up what she had dropped had Kiley glancing down at the food surrounding her feet.
"It's not really mine," she admitted after a moment. "I just found it." But back to the important stuff. Her eyes found his face again. "Were you attached to an IV? My room had a camera in it. Whoever brought me here took my phone." Kiley pouted for a brief moment. "I thought I heard voices upstairs. That wasn't you?"