Siobhan wasn't kidding when she claimed to know how to act the part of a captive. The upbeat cheerful girl that Jones had met at the tavern had--the very moment their act began--vanished. Her confident posture had become lax, her movements sluggish and defeated. Her perpetually exuberant eyes were replaced with a disturbingly authentic look of despair and hopelessness, eyes that expected the worst.

It was like she had transformed into a completely different person in that moment.

For the entire way there, her hollow gaze was fixed to the ground. She never also never once said a word.