Saria turned in the seat and looked at him. â€œBand of misfits? Hah! That is just a fancy name for mobsters.â€ She countered. Staring him down but it wasnâ€™t working. The guy was made of steel. Dangerous must be his middle name. She wasnâ€™t stupid. She grew up on the streets. She wasnâ€™t rich starting in this life. She hated the past few years. She gave him a look that spoke trouble but it was quickly gone. â€œIâ€™m not a docile little girl who is afraid of you Alessandro.â€ She said in an even voice. She looked at him like he was crazy. â€œOut of the frying pan into the fire eh Alessandro?â€ She asked in a sweet but smartass voice. â€œI told the old man Iâ€™d be better off with one or two but the guy is a paranoid rich guy. I told him I didnâ€™t need them to protect me. He doesnâ€™t listen. I didnâ€™t need bodyguards before him and I donâ€™t need them now.â€ She said with a sigh. Rolling her eyes but answered his questions. â€œA lot of attention. It drew yours. Otherwise you wouldnâ€™t be kidnapping me.â€ She said. Looking out the window. â€œOut of the frying pan and into the fire little spider.â€ She muttered under her breath. Looking back into his eyes in time for him into hers more deeply. She made a cute face at him. â€œSo why did you kidnap me? I answered your questions now answer mine.â€ She said seriously. Crossing her arms over her chest in a way it drew attention to them.