Hannah simply sat and fumed for hours on end. Her determination would have likely overcome any overt attempt at domination. However, her captor was more skilled than that and he knew the one thing that would conquer her. He simply ignored her steely resolve, her sporadic shouts of defiance, her shakes of the cage and let her stew, wet and naked and alone, for hour after hour. The girl's expression softened after some time, as she grew tired and hungry. Finally, she said almost quietly, "I'm sorry. I'm just scared and lonely. Please at least talk to me."