Saria wasn't used to being a rich girl. Her father had become rich, over what to her felt overnight, and she had been thrown into the life whether she wanted it or not. Her father got custody from her mother who had been dirt poor. She had been happy only having enough to survive off of. Just because she was now the daughter of a rich man who was president for life. She never asked for that life. She was rebellious because she had been raised by her mother to take care of herself. Taught that money didn't grow on trees and she needed to take care of herself. That she shouldn't rely on money to get through the days. So she hadn't. She hated all the money she had now. How was anything special if you could have it at will. If it wasn't worked for and gotten through hard work what was the point of having it?<br/><br/>She glared at him as he spoke again. Sticking her tongue out at him. Sure it was slightly childish but she wanted him to know how ridiculous she thought that comment was. She wasn't seeing sense. Well in a way she was. In another it was a survival instinct that told her it was best to stop struggling. Besides struggling had actually hurt the second time around. Making a face when he laughed at what she had said. Staring at him. "You're a weird weird man. You just met me." She said. Sighing a bit. "Either way the feeling isn't mutual. I don't plan to develop a case of stock holme syndrome either." She said with a grim smile. She nodded her head. "Fine. Fine. In the car I go Sir Kidnapper." She said smartassedly. She looked at him like he was crazy. Yet she was already plotting how to plan out her first houdini attempt. She was actually a really good escape artist. She might not be as awesome as Houdini. When the car do was open she reluctantly got into the car. Making a face as a couple guys got in on one side and she had a feeling the man talking to her was their boss. She also felt he was going to slide in next to her. Like she needed anymore close proximities with the man.<br/><br/>He already made her somewhat flustered with how handsome but dangerous he was. She fell silent. She wondered if he thought her just some rich girl. Sure the past five years she had been but she really wasn't like most rich girls. She had gone from poor to rich in under five minutes when her father won custody. She loved her father but she wished he would let her see her mother. She didn't say anything else. Just mentally plotting how to escape. Right now that didn't seem a possible move.