My light travels toward the voice, stopping three cages down on a woman with eyes squinting from the glare of the flashlight. I lower it a bit.

"Sorry," I say softly. "Can you communicate with them?" It will take time to bring in an interpreter and the last thing these women have is time. We need to get them out.

"Yes, if your intention is good," she replies in a stronger voice.

"We're here to get you out," I assure her. "Do you know how many are ...