"You should keep some," he reminded her, smiling around the cig as he arched his back lightly against the couch, realizing it was the first time that day he'd actually sat down. It felt good. "Trading purposes."
Listening to her the smile faded again, and after a little while he shook his head. He wasn't certain he believed that, but he wanted to, and not knowing either way meant that whatever he said couldn't be a lie. He hoped. "Not implausible. Not with everything else we've seen so far." He wasn't certain if that was enough to help, and he pulled the cigarette from his mouth to chew lightly on his lower lip as he thought, tasting the old paper and nicotine there.
"I think....I think with as many resources they had to put into this whole thing, into getting us, it would be a huge waste to just....get rid of someone. Maybe there's another facility like this. Maybe they rotate people around if they're not working for one reason or another. Could just be that Noah and Reginald are just in a different setup like ours. They could even be together." He frowned slightly. "I know that's not as good as being home, and I know it's probably not all that reassuring..." But it was better than dead. She'd see right through wishful thinking and fairy tales, but maybe a little relative logic would help.