Interrogate the prisoner

The two groups have merged, and your men are now escorting the survivors of the trade party to the nearest village before setting off alone again. You decided to bring the two carts, keeping the wounded in one and the bandit secured in the other. You figure it would be a good idea to get as much information as you can from the prisoner. The groups settles down to camp for the night while you enter the covered cart trailing at the back of your formation. Your prisoner is sitting down at the end, hands and feet bound. She bares her teeth at you as you approach, but in her helpless state it is much more silly than intimidating. You give her a moment to calm down before you begin questioning.

"First things first: who are you?" She only stares at you, eyes filled with hate. "We could have killed you you know, like we did a lot of your friends. Why don't you show a little gratitude and be cooperative?" She glares at you, refusing to break eye contact. "Anne." she says at last. Hmm, it doesn't seem to fit her looks, but what name would you wonder. You look over her features in detail for the first time. Anne's blonde hair has been dutifully braided across her head going down to a medium-length ponytail. She is thin and wiry from the hardships of her career. You notice a number of scars on her face as well as the black markings of tattoos on her arms and legs she has accumulated even though she looks to be only in her 20s, and you wonder at how many more of each are underneath her bandit rags. Her face is sharp and angular, with a pointed chin that looks like it could cut diamonds. Her green eyes match the flame of your torchlight with a fire of their own. "Who are you then?" she asks. "I can't tell you that." you reply. She rolls her eyes at this. "What ever happened to gratitude?" she asks mockingly. You decide to proceed with the questions despite her tone. "Are there any more bandits in the area?" "No." "Can I trust you to answer me honestly?" "No, not really. I mean, if I did plan on having my boys come for you I'd hardly give you a heads up, right?" You suppose she has a point. It's pointless continuing this line of questioning.

Time to get down to the real point. "Did you see a beautiful woman come through this area recently?" She raises a golden eyebrow at the question. "That's a weird topic change you know, right?" You are starting to lose your patience. "Just answer the question." you say through partially gritted teeth. She smiles, glad to be getting to you. "It's just not fair now is it? I mean, I answer your questions, but you don't answer mine, right? Then you go switching around, being weird. What's my incentive to talk to you?" She gives you a teasing, sharp-toothed smile as she rocks back and forth like a petulant child. You're really starting to get mad now. Anne seems to have forgotten who is in control here.