[ His first thought when he arrived was, Where the hell is Jane? He's not completely sober, though not overly inebriated, either; not enough that he should be doubting his senses, anyway, but he'd walked out of her safe house and ended up in some strange garden far from home. So...he's doubting everything. But the chaotic mess of emotions coursing through his veins, colliding with the alcohol, serves to make him extremely paranoid about Jane - his prisoner, not his friend - and where she is. Did she plan this? She let him cuff her without a fight (unusual for her, but her injuries didn't entirely escape his notice), but maybe that was a ruse, just to make him think she was prepared to go quietly so she could turn on him again.
He has no idea how she would have masterminded this, though, and that's the problem. Is she even here? He ends up talking to a few people on the weird device he'd been provided with, so he's at least clearer on the fact that Jane isn't really responsible for this. Probably.
After about fifteen minutes of searching an odd and incredibly large mansion, he turns the corner and sees her a few feet from him, down the hallway. His voice is thunderous down the corridor as he surges forward, practically hissing as he grabs her upper arm. ]
>> mansion
He has no idea how she would have masterminded this, though, and that's the problem. Is she even here? He ends up talking to a few people on the weird device he'd been provided with, so he's at least clearer on the fact that Jane isn't really responsible for this. Probably.
After about fifteen minutes of searching an odd and incredibly large mansion, he turns the corner and sees her a few feet from him, down the hallway. His voice is thunderous down the corridor as he surges forward, practically hissing as he grabs her upper arm. ]
Jane.