The two girls looked at the boy, the black hair one slightly amused. The red hair, however, was more annoyed! "Great, a slave. He had to choose OUR ship to hide on." She groaned. "Sam, go get the captain." Grace asked her friend, standing up and walking towards the boy. "Don't move and try to run away." She warned, her face softening up now that she was actually talking<span style="font-style: italic">to</span>the boy. "We're not going to hurt you." She continued....a small blue light shooting out from her fingers and hitting his cuffs. Ice covered them, freezing them. "Okay, now<span style="font-style: italic">very carefully</span>yank your arms apart. It should break the cuffs."<br/><br/><br/>Sam smiled, letting out a small chuckle. Grace going from "super annoyed with somebody" to "nice and comforting them" was always something that amused her. "You are TERRIBLE at the whole "tough guy" thing." She said, getting up, Grace shooting her a quick glare. Same waved it off, walking tot he door. "Also that's a window to the outside, kid. Don't go for it unless you can fly." She warned, heading for the ship's bridge. The captain would want to know about this, and even if Sam was positive what his reaction and orders would be, she still had to hear it right from him. "Good luck, Grace. I know you have trouble with kids." She joked as she left.<br/><br/>Grace shook her head, knowing that Sam was just teasing her. Her own way of telling Grace that she knew had it handled, however, making the red head smile. "Okay, kid. You have a name? What port did you get on? Tell me everything, alright?"  She asked, giving him a small smile to help him feel less uneasy. "We're not going to give you back to them, alright?"