"I don't know," he says, but it's just filler, something to take up space while shifts his weight to take a glance around, to make sure they're not within earshot of anyone. He'll answer her, sure, but he doesn't want to panic anybody. "Scrubs point to something medical. Experiments, maybe. Weapons testing. Biowarfare."

He's an optimist, apparently.

"There aren't a lot of reasons to kidnap a bunch of people and then not care what they do next." Frank shakes his head, not loving any of their options. "What do you think?"