“Really?” She grinned. “Wicked!” She could tell he hated answering those questions, and she understood to an extent. Constantly being asked why she wasn’t dead wasn’t exactly peachy. “As for the grudge, well,” she shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it now! After all, you’ve got me now, I’m sure we can get out of here!” With that, she finally broke the lock on the handcuffs and jumped- all right, staggered- to her feet. As she rubbed her wrist, she peered at the man concerned. “And you’re sure you’re all right?”
“Not at all,” He answered mindlessly, his narrowed eyes still scanning the strange premises and the awkward naturalness of it as he leaned further back in his seat. “Actually, I’m sure I’m not all right. But that’s not what you asked me.” Still cheeky. Only half-conscious and his wit was still getting the best of him. What more could he have expected from himself?
“So,” He drawled, his head rolling to meet her gaze again. “You really think there’s a way out of here, then?”
"Weeelll…" She glanced around, then at her hands, at him, then back to the sky as she tried to think. "There is one way.." She threw him a disclaiming glance. "But it’s dangerous, ridiculous, and just a wee bit mad."