It's a girl. A girl, not a woman, though he's sure Mother wouldn't care about the distinction. Still, he's pretty sure the knife is a bit superfluous, now. He's pretty sure teenage girls don't get arrested for kidnapping very often.

... Mostly sure.

He clears his throat, trying to get rid of the last traces of panic in his voice. "I'm, uh, Norman. Norman Bates," he says. "I just woke up here, and, ah, I was wondering if you had any idea where 'here' is?"