"Jayne, Jayne Noire."  She was glad he'd only asked her name at first, because she could hardly form a coherant thought beyond "he touched he!"  She nodded at the storm outside, and could understand traveling would be made more difficult by it.  Perhaps staying wouldn't be such a bad thing.  He seemed a little less hostile toward her.<br/><br/>On the other hand, if she stayed she could be lost here forever.  What if she weren't permitted to leave?  Or worse... The tears in her eyes had nearly vanished, but the thought of entrapment kept them on the brink  For now, she would hold her cards and play the game as best she could.