...You're probably right, but it's not like I can just walk in and ask questions. Mattias isn't even supposed to have a son, so who the hell are you? This is not the house of some secret madman. Why am I asking you this? You're unconscious. Christ.

[She did catch him. And now she's carrying him off--honestly, it's not far from the estate, the safehouse she was provided, the blackout curtains are secured over bulletproof glass, and while he's locked in, he's not bound, and there's water and some chocolates on the bedside table when he wakes up. Either she doesn't think he can get out, or she really is just trying to make her kidnappee comfortable. Hell, even the bed is comfy. As for her, she's at the far end of the room, reading through the newspaper, with a pistol on the table in plain view...and no other weapons in sight. Hmm.]