He turned in his seat, just a bit. They placed her so it was easy for him to reach her, so he reached back and ran a finger over one of her fists, a soft shhing sound again as he slide his finger between the closed fingers. Such a grip.

"I can't even imagine. How long have they had her? Why did they have her? It doesn't surprise me anymore..." but the words 'it makes me angry' were left unsaid. He leaned back, wiggling his finger in the grip the girl had on it.

"I want to get back and look in on the data we're pulling from that place."