Dan's relieved to get a response, even if the young woman still seems on the very edge of what she can handle. "My name is Dan," he says, just loud enough to be heard. "I'm a prisoner, I guess. Like you. Listen, hey, we have to get you calm. You don't want them paying too much attention to you."

Everything hurts just enough that he's not sure what's really injured, but he thinks he might feel better if he can help her.

"Sit down with me. What's your name?"