The joke could have been bluster, but he didn't think so. He got from the way she held herself and moved that she was a fighter, from her microsignals that his potential physical abilities didn't concern her in the least, and from her agreement that she was also up for possible cooperation. Wonderful. They were on the same page. He confirmed by craning his body submissively away as she worked the locks. When one clicked open, he grasped the chain of the other to relieve its tension. The second clicked, and he was free.
Immediately—more signals for her—he backed away and set about rubbing his wrists, keeping his hands away from her. "Thank you." And hazarded, "What can I call you?" (Not what's your name? unless she wanted to be free with that.)
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Date: 2025-05-03 09:10 pm (UTC)Immediately—more signals for her—he backed away and set about rubbing his wrists, keeping his hands away from her. "Thank you." And hazarded, "What can I call you?" (Not what's your name? unless she wanted to be free with that.)