Teren takes stock of similar things, though she just as often stares at the captors themselves, memorizing their body language, their tics, their tells. It's not hard, they're obviously nervous and out of their depth. This will certainly prove advantageous to her own party, but Teren is waiting to accumulate more details before she can start properly scheming.

Her hands clench and unclench at her sides, her tension building as they grow nearer. The boys had better be there. Unharmed, and unafraid. Or...
....else.