Drake's suspicion only intensified as Natasha remained silent, unfazed by his inquiries. Despite his probing questions, she chose to keep quiet, sitting calmly within the confines of the prison.
“Really… who are you?”
He observed her, noting her composed demeanor, which only fueled his doubts. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Natasha than she was letting on.
As the minutes ticked by in the oppressive silence of the prison, his mind raced with suspicions.
He glanced around at the other prisoners, each carrying an air of despair. They seemed resigned to their fate, accepting the grim reality of their situation.
Drake's thoughts lingered on Natasha, puzzled by her nonchalance amidst the dire circumstances. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he leaned closer to her cell, his voice lowering to a hushed tone. "Hey, why are you so calm? How do you know so much about this place and its workings?"