[He stumbles a few feet forward, noting the doors closing behind them. He's confused...what is she doing? He'd fully expected to fight for his life, and now he's finding himself in an ancient bedroom that looks as if it hasn't been used. He looks over to her, annoyed and giving her the most incredulous glare.]
What is this? Are you mocking me?
[He wants a battle. Not whatever....this is.]
And how am I supposed to do anything with these bonds on my wrists?
[Does she even know how much of a pain in the ass it is to put this jacket on every day?]
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What is this? Are you mocking me?
[He wants a battle. Not whatever....this is.]
And how am I supposed to do anything with these bonds on my wrists?
[Does she even know how much of a pain in the ass it is to put this jacket on every day?]