Kim schooled her expression, careful not to give anything away. She had an inkling of an idea of what type of escape she could make. She blinked and suddenly all previous hatred melted from her face and she appeared more frightened than anything. She hesitantly peaked at her fellow captive and looked him over. It seems he was just as uncomfortable as she was. Perhaps he could help serve her purpose after all. 

With a bit of a grimace, she noted the man's accent and odd choice of clothing(or lack thereof). She averted her black eyes, instead focussing on a spot on the wall just behind his head. Kim looked at one of the chairs before sitting down quietly and looking up through her lashes, now that she knew the game she had to play; submissive and obedient. It went against her nature, but it was a role she had played to get what she wanted dozens of times before.