The woman looked stressed, scared and maybe about to collapse. Damon moved a little closer but not enough so to crowd her or make her feel threatened, hopefully. "I know it don't make any sense," he said, his voice pitched low and soothing. "I don't think we can get out. People have gone and tried to find a way to, but no luck yet."
He paused, assessing her expression and imagining what the panicked beat of her heart might sound like. "I was comin' out of a club when I got taken. I guess... about nine days ago. Maybe ten. You're awake one minute, not awake the next, and then you're here."