Darkness...great. Darkness, piss, and whatever the hell that guy was. She'd been awake for a while, just getting her bearings and looking for any semblance of light. She'd been keeping the crazed goon busy with small, sharp whistles. The cloth had been easy to get rid of, just spit it out after working your tongue through it. The ropes had been a little more difficult, but the know was a simple one. Effective, but simple. She guessed their captors hadn't counted on her athleticism, arm exercises meant to limber up the core made her a little more flexible than most would believe her to be. 

Regardless, It had been...amusing to hear him scramble about, chasing after the echoing sound. Far as she deduced, the room was sealed. Which meant little air circulation if there were any at all. 

Which...this moron was now taking more of as he scrambled around. She whistled again, shrill and high pitched so as to disturb the man and get the boy's attention. What good was it to try and wake up the others if there wasn't a plan of escape. Hell...from the few sounds she could hear, escape sounded like a death wish.

Thanks to the boy's flashlight, she was able to see what exactly was in the room with them. It was really gross to say the least, but she really didn't want to freak out the others by letting THAT be the first thing they saw. His mad musings did give some insight on what exactly was going on, but she wasn't keen on being its meal. 

"Sit down." her voice was husky but clear. It wasn't a suggestion. "And don't panic. He smells fear and sweat. Said so himself."