[Oh, perhaps she's pushing too hard. Jeanne spends very little time among humans (as people with her type of magical ability call those who lack them) and has virtually no practice in distinguishing safe topics, particularly in this situation that to her seems obviously magical and moderately dire. She raises her hands to mime what she's talking about.]

Do you feel any marks of rope that bound us so we could be brought here? The scent of a drug? [She's about to say "needle" but then remembers her strange description of the basin room. Let's not mix it up with a sewing needle.] Is there a mark from something sharp that infected your blood?