"Lapses in manners can be forgiven, Brook. These aren't normal circumstances."

Lust kept her smile on her face as she looked up at him, but it was meaningless. The explanation offered very little, actually. A facility? Run by who? In what country? It made little sense. But who was she to judge? She was a dead woman walking. And at least she knew she wasn't some singular or special case.

She could imagine, though Brook hadn't said as much, that it wasn't an easy place to get out of. That was alright. That was perfectly fine, really. This didn't sound like anything her master would be involved in, so chances are she would at least be hidden from those prying eyes. And keep her ears out for news.

And she could still ask questions.

"Thank you. You're being quite helpful, I appreciate it. Do you know what country we're in? What city?"