She was at least mostly sure now that it wasn't drugs, if only because there was no way for them to continue administering them, since everyone ate the same food and she didn't have any track marks or even any suspicious bug bites.

Which meant that she could believe that all of them -and she herself- had some kind of Wolverine healing powers, the fact remained that they had kidnapped her and were keeping her here against her will, and the fact that they admitted as much didn't change anything.

But she could bide her time. She could be patient when she needed to be, and aside from making sure she didn't, or couldn't, leave, she wasn't being mistreated, which should have made her suspicious and she knew it, but it didn't.

"Few pieces still there." She replied, because there were, and even the places where the boards had rotted were still more or less in the same shape as they had been, making it easier to tell where the beds were, "Going to have to get new lumber to put them back together though." And then, as was her habit upon unexpectedly finding one of them when she thought she was alone, she asked: "This your way of reminding me you're all keeping an eye on me?"