A man's there. She doesn't know his voice, but she'd been in Adelaide and it's a big city. His accent is American. There are Americans in Adelaide. Except she doesn't think this is Adelaide at all and she's...

She's been undressed.

She's not wearing anything that's hers, and certainly not her underthings. Not her corset.

Kate shifts back into a proper crouch, resting her pack against the edge of the fountain as she straightens her back, roughly yanks her hair out of her face.

Is she all right?

"...I've been kidnapped, sir. By you?" Her voice is harsh after the water hurt it so, but she doesn't mind. She feels harsh and full of cracks.