"He's very kind. He was one of my first friends on the island," Joan tells Molokov, lulling him into a false sense of security with personal sounding tidbits that are meaningless. "Did you know him before or was it just coincidence that brought you and Anatoly together?"

Her gaze scans the path ahead of them, noticing every detail, in case she has to find her way back here or back from here. She just needs him to take her to Anatoly so she can see how he's being held, and then she'll formulate a plan.