At first glance, the room is unassuming. It looks like a typical bed and sitting area you'd find in a suite. On closer inspection, the all furniture have anchor points or straps to tie someone. There are wooden beams the appear decorative until you look closer and find metal rings. It's pretty easy to guess what's kept in the closet and storage chests along the back wall.

Briggs is still obviously under the effects of the drug, but it seems to be handling it better with his shirt off. "Why wouldn't I? If you drop a name like Odin Rossi, it had to be serious. And--" he gestures broadly to indicate their situation. "--it is."

"I came to get you out." And did a really shitty job of it. "And, hey, this isn't your fault."