She frowned a little, leaning forward to stroke the side of Joe's neck. "I think," she said, "that he might know more than I do about where we're going."

Because she knew nothing. Nothing at all.

It wasn't a position she was used to being in. Ariadne was a spy, after all. It was her job to know what was going on before anyone else.

Waking up here had been...unsettling.