'Im the guy guy with the gun.' That was the last thing she remembered before he hit her in the back of the head, before she took that impromptu nap. She had no idea what was going on around her, what he was doing. She just found herself in a deep sleep, knocked out into a dark pit. Even if she dreamed, she couldn't remember as she began waking up.<br/><br/>'Good Morning.' Those words greeted her as she opened her eyes slowly, her gaze focusing on him. It took her a second to register where she was, and that her wrists were bound. What was with this guy? She wasn't a soldier, he could probably overpower her easily. Why bind her wrists?<br/><br/>"Why don't you undo my wrists? This really isn't comfortable." She said, her body shifting slightly. That flight suit seemed to accent the hour glass shape of that slender body, clinging to her snugly as she sat up more, her eyes still on him. Well, at least she was out of that hanger, but another thought dug at her mind. What was he going to do with her?