The girl's eyes narrowed at the old man, still firmly grasping the cane. He seemed shocked; good. At least NOW he would shut up long enough to listen to what she had to say. "Now then..." she slowly stood up, still holding the piece of wood tight as she faced the crazy coot, "My companion and I are going to walk out of this Godforsaken hole, and you are going to stay RIGHT. HERE." With the last two words, she got a bit of revenge, smacking him in the face with his own cane handle.<br/><br/>Now that he was dazed, she shoved him aside and grabbed Sher by the arm, nearly dragging him up the stairs. "Obnoxious whelp..." she muttered, not even noticing the collapsed person in the kitchen as she hurried out the door. "Now then... where are we?" The last thing they needed was to be lost in the middle of the woods with a random lunatic. After all, the old man wouldn't be dazed for long. Plus, who knew what would happen if he caught them again?