The smile that flicks onto her face is a sharp one. In fact, if a smile could be pointed at the ends, this one sure would be. She shifts her weight onto one hip, hand planted on it, and cocks her head.

"Not quite, handsome." It almost sounds--and looks--flirty. Except, like he's so brilliantly observed, they're on a wall post-kidnapping to God knows where for no reason; blah blah blah. Can anyone really be flirty post-kidnapping? Especially with an axe strapped to their back? Well, sure. She even winks at him. "Axes put me at ease. I like to sleep with them, and not much else. So you don't want to go out?"