Daniel is aware that it's taken him several seconds longer than usual to size up a situation he should have determined immediately. In enemy territory - which cannot be discounted here - that could be the difference between life and death.
Three persons, all recognised, huddled. Wet-faced. Two motionless, eyes glazed, possibly drugged, unpredictable. The child, terrified. Otherwise room empty.
Other rooms checked quickly.
He closed the curtains.
"It's ok, Tim." he soothed. "It's Tim, isn't it? Your name."
Timmy sobs uncontrollably.
Ryland knelt by the three, patted Rick and Tracey's face softly, harder: Rick reacted.
"Ryland, what's happening?"