"Oh," Brennan said simply, nodding. She'd suspected something like that, but not as needlessly convoluted. If the prisoners were given the run of the place at night, wouldn't they just escape?

So, someone had found her after she'd pulled herself from the buried car, presumably drugged her to make her forget, and then let her run around on her own? That didn't seem like an intelligent way to run a prison. This whole situation was very bizarre.

She still had a large number of questions, but first she should introduce herself, since the young man hadn't offered her any outright hostility yet. "I'm Dr. Brennan," she said, moving closer and holding her hand out stiffly. "Of the Jeffersonian Institute."