Finishing off the last of the water bottle, Jacob set it aside and watched Abel. He didn't really want to take his eyes off the man right now. Suspicion was warped by a sense of belonging that he couldn't possibly trust right off the bat. He was going two different directions at once.

"Pretty fond of Italian," he answered. Wait, that brought something else up. "Where are we?" They were speaking English, but hell if that actually meant anything. Who knew where those bastards had taken him after their abduction act?