He was waiting for her knees to start shaking and her shoulders and back to bow forward, and there was definitely a part of him that would enjoy it, but most of him was just exasperated. The first person he meets in wherever he was, and she couldn't even have a stiff spine or mild grip on her life in the face of someone scrutinizing her behaviour. He had seen abused twelve-year-olds with more of a stiff upper lip. This possibly was his own personal Hell, if he believed in that sort of thing (he didn't).

The only possible bright spot in all of this was that she would probably give him any information that he asked for without too much thought. That would serve his advantage, even if he knew he would have to verify it all again with a different source. Of course, she seemed far too naturally cowed in his presence to have this all be an act. He was definitely willing to take what he could get.

"And yet you just said that you've been without? Breakfast suddenly stopped or what?" He set his hands on his hips and studied her again now that he was closer. All he could think was 'whipped'.

He met her gaze without even blinking, and he took his time digesting the news. No town. No leaving the premises. He frowned and looked up and down the hallway slowly, considering what little he knew. "So this is actually Hotel California or a creepy Disney haunted house then?"