Josh sits tensely on the edge of the bed, trying to gauge whether he has any chance at overpowering Big Red and making a break for it. Honestly, it doesn't look good, even with as tired as the older man looks, and Josh tries to focus on getting the room to stop wobbling in his vision and getting his stomach to settle. He's only giving half his attention to what's being said to him until he manages to blearily register the general gist of Big Red's words, and then his eyes narrow and he leans forward tensely... until he starts to sway alarmingly and has to sit back again.

"And how the hell is being able to handle herself going to help in that kind of situation?" Because as Josh has just had categorically proven to him again, sometimes it doesn't matter how well you can handle yourself when the odds are stacked against you. "Do you have any idea what that bastard does to the people he buys?" He sounds sick and miserable, and not just from the after effects of Dwayne putting him down so effectively. "We thought if we threw enough money at you-" He stops. Really, they hadn't thought the kind of person who'd sell people like objects would have enough integrity to pass up that kind of profit. "They're going to be watching for me, you know. You won't be able to get out of here with me."