She's a friend. That's her, in the red jacket. Peregrine Wells.

[A dark-haired teenage girl. She's tense, but seems to be taking things a little better than some of the others - she hasn't cried, at least. She's still trying to figure out a way out of the room, from the looks of things, maybe directing one or two others in a careful search.]

I was surprised it wasn't Luca. But Peregrine was in town with me - I saw her the day before I got taken here. Maybe that's all it was...

[Though Brett sounds as though he's got a few other ideas about it.]