Ratridevi could say, with absolute certainty, that she had absolutely no interest in being anyone's damsel in distress.
The universe helped those that helped themselves, and it wasn't in her nature to sit around and wait to be rescued when she was perfectly capable to trying to see to her own release. There was a time and a place to act the helpless woman but there was nothing to be gained by it here, so she simply took matters into her own hands. Nearly eight-hundred years old and a Master, she was not going to wait for the axe-wielding murderer to come down the stairs, if that's what was waiting for them. She'd rather face the situation on her feet - not tied up like the proverbial lamb.
"Larry," Ratridevi repeated softly, as though committing his face and name to memory. No, she didn't recognise him - by name or reputation - so she had no option but to take him at his word. "I have been out of the city on business recently, so if you have only just joined us then yes, I was not aware." She made a mental note to speak to Rajnish; she still desired a more detailed account of what had happened in her absence, and she trusted her sire to be more open with her than most.
"I am Ratridevi. You have done this before?" Not meaning this precise situation but the implication that he had been, at some point, held against his will.
His summary of events ran parallel to her own suspicions: she could not remember anything beyond laying her head down in her panic room at the office, and this was not the following sundown. Despite her discomfiture, Ratridevi remained outwardly calm. Nothing was ever achieved by getting flustered over things you could not control. Instead, she focused on what she could control and actually do something about. It was a far more practical use of their time.
"I believe it has been several days, judging by my appetite," she said slowly, still thinking it through. She did not know how or why she could remember the past few nights. Absently, she patted her pockets. Her phone was missing, which was strange because she always had it on her person. She was always contactable by phone or email - as the CEO of her company, she had to be reachable at all times.
"My phone is missing, and I doubt that anyone knows where we are."
Abruptly she switched to Hindi, an old dialect that she shared with her sire, hoping that its use in conjunction with his name would draw Rajnish's attention to her. Even if she couldn't tell him where she was or what had happened, it would do no harm to let him know that there was a situation. Rajnish? I do not know where I am. I am with a young vampire, Larry Underwood, in the bottom of an abandoned building. No phone, and I do not know how much time has gone by. Something or someone has interfered with us while we rested. How much of her message would reach him, she could not be sure but at least he would know that she was still among the 'living'.
Turning her attention back to Larry, she returned to English: "I suggest we head upstairs and see if we can establish our location but I believe we should proceed with caution. I cannot think of anything or anyone that can easily interfere with vampires while they sleep." At least nothing that she wanted to voice aloud - there was a fear, a small suspicion but she feared to speak of it. Ignoring the flickering light, Ratridevi proceeded toward the stairs, senses straining outward into the dark.