After a few moments of searching for anything he could use, Garret had very little to show for it. There weren't a lot of items in this girl's room that could be used to tie someone up, and it certainly didn't help that the room was rather dark. He decided on using something easily within reach, and with a quick movement, shifted so that he was both pinning her to the bed and keeping her mouth shut with one arm and his own body. His other hand reached onto the bed and grasped the blanket she had been sleeping under, tugging it out from under her.<br/><br/>"You know, you're pretty lucky it was me who came in here and not some<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>psychopathic thief," he said softly as he tried to straighten the blanket to make his job easier.<br/>"I know it may not seem like much of a consolation," he continued as he wrapped the blanket around one of her wrists, "but I have no intention of hurting you. Fact is, some of us don't get our money handed to us. You can work your ass off and still come out on the bottom of the metaphorical barrel. At that point, you have two options; die because you can't sustain yourself.. or this." As he finished the sentence, he pulled the double-knot on her first wrist tight, an action that took longer than it should have because of the awkward way he was holding her down. Even with a doubled knot, he knew a blanket wouldn't hold her for long, so once this was done he decided to leave as quickly as he possibly could. There was no use gathering more 'treasure' if it put him in serious danger of getting caught.<br/><br/>"Sorry," he murmured, flashing her a melancholy smile as he grabbed another part of the blanket and reached over to tie her second hand. As he got started, though, a sudden pain shot through his palm.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shit!"</span>he swore under his breath as he jumped off the bed, jerking his hand back to escape the source of the pain. It was all too late that he realized her game. In the time he had been occupied with tying her wrist, she had moved her head into a better position and bit his hand, hard. Not hard enough to draw blood or cause any real injury, but with plenty of force that it made him pull away. She had a blanket tied to one of her wrists now, and the other end of it was still in his hand, but he had no other way of holding her down. Luckily, his grip on the blanket was tight, but in the time it took him to recover from the surprise, she would definitely be off the bed, at least.