Johnny
*Enu looked around over his shoulder then back at him. He placed his hands together and moved them up, leaving behind a pair of glowing blue arms. He gripped the bars of his cage and the blue pair did the same. He began to pull trying to pull the bars apart.*
Pamela
He'd taken to resting his head on his hand as he spoke. It certainly looked lazy, but really he was... Well, pretty tired. Who knew being stuck at the whims of another all day (and for *Years*) could be so exhausting? No wonder his father told him not to marry anytime soon. He raised his brows with polite curiosity when Enu looked behind himself and then back. 

Then there was the arm glowing thing. Then he started pulling the bars apart. He felt a sudden, odd shock in his belly that made him raise his brows. It was... More than surreal to see someone just *Bending* Bars that he'd grown so used to surrounding him. It didn't feel real. He acted accordingly to that feeling.

"May want to hurry there before they notice you're destroying public property," He says quietly, not quite rising but getting his feet under him. "Never take kindly to that." Hearing the low groan of metal slowly giving way.
Johnny
*He finished moving the bars and stepped back. He had made a space large enough for him to slip through. He turned around and kept watch making sure that no one was watching.* "How about you hurry up."
Pamela
"Terribly sorry, I'll try to be quick then," He said as he pushed himself rather easily through the opening. He didn't have much weight on him to begin with. Once he was out he felt an odd, deep seated unease in the pit of his belly as he looked back at the other cages. Even while he began to move away and at least out of sight of the slavers. 

*Fuck.* He couldn't do a whole hell of a lot though. Not right now and not half exhausted. He forced his steps to look steadier than they were and picked up his pace to get to some kind of cover, feeling an ache already forming in his joints. "Well come on, off to parts unknown before they notice. Slavery isn't after all *Illegal* Here. Stealing is however."
Johnny
*Enu slowly nonchalantly walked backwards toward the slave. He watched for anyone who could have been giving them any attention.* "What about your friends?" *He looked back into the cage and looked at the other slaves.* "Don't they need saving as well?"
Pamela
To say the statement irked him would have been an understatement as he masked his irritation with a slow, inward breath. Maybe the man thought that he'd managed to pull a soldier out of the cage like a particularly eventful ring toss prize. Regardless he reached some ways out of view before pausing to breath and *Think*, for the moment ignoring the man. 

He couldn't exactly lie and say he wanted to leave the Oriates He just also, perhaps equally, didn't want to go back. Though he supposed if they did get him, it wouldn't be a cage again. He smirked. 

"They're not my friends, but yes, they probably dislike being held up in cages about as much as I do," He said helpfully. "How quickly can you bend cage bars?"
Johnny
"Magic." *That was his only response as he went around the corner.* "Well if thats the case they can get out on their own. If you could get out so can they. Come one then." *He began to walk down the street, away from the cage.*
Pamela
"Oh, I *Probably* Should have figured from the *Glowing blue arms*," He said, opting for sarcasm over correcting the man about what he said. There's time and energy for everything; Just not that right now. Especially not with that unease rising into a low grade nausea as he follows without, for once, speaking. He tried focusing on the sun and on moving more than a few feet in one direction, trying to keep his mind off it.
Johnny
*Enu looked back towards the man and stops, noticing that he is not well.* "Are you okay? Are you hungry?" *He placed his hand against his forehead to test his temperature.* "Come on well get some food for you and maybe a place to sleep."
Pamela
He blinked a minute feeling the Macen's hand on his head. He was not, luckily, running any fevers. If anything he was cooled to the touch. Not ideal; But not ill. "Hungry might be a word for it," He says though despite the somewhat obvious dislike of being touched like a sick child, he neglects to ask for him to remove his hand. Neither does he do so himself. 

"Where are you going exactly?" He asks, skipping entirely over how he feels and any other potentially uneasy questions to remind him of what happened.
Johnny
*He looked back over his shoulder at him* "To find us a place to get some rest and food." *He waved for him to follow. He began to walk the down the street quickly.*