Armas stopped and stared up at her. When she took aim for his heart, he glowered at her with a dull contempt. She hadn't noticed it, but when she started to take aim, Armas had whispered something foreign to her right before Finch knocked her out. He tiredly stood up and looked down at the sack, "Ungreatful child," he snarled, closing his eyes tiredly. "Finch, take gaurd for tonight. She'll sleep outside tonight, to learn her lesson." he told her, picking her up slowly. He winced at the sharp bite of pain seaering up his leg from his ankle, making him growl.<br/><br/>He slowly walked over to the hamock and laid her in it, folding her arms in so as to keep them from hanging outside of the small bed. He quietly pulled up a familiar looking blanket from the sack and laid it over her before picking up the sack, wearily and taking the rest inside.<br/><br/>(Pass time?)