"No. I don't know."

She shakes her head again, hard, trying to clear it of the fog that seems to lie between herself and her understanding of what's happening here. She can't remember how she got here, or what she knew that her captors wanted so desperately as to attempt to wring it from her so violently.

Her eyes land on the odd weapon in Cal's hand and she jumps at the opportunity to focus on something other than the impending breakdown she'd like to have.

"Where'd you get that?"