<span style="font-style: italic">And here I thought things were going well,</span>Niki thought dismally as her hands and feet were bound,<span style="font-style: italic">Now I'm a sack of potatoes. Excellent.</span><br/><br/>The ride to wherever they were going was a short one; and Niki spent it going over possible options. There weren't many. It looked like Ken would be of no help to her this time, so she'd have to figure this one out on her own.<br/><br/>She glared up at Saint, blue eyes blazing despite the weapon pointed at her.<br/><br/>"Is there even a point in speaking to you?" she snapped at his question, "Clearly you haven't listened to a word I've said since I got here; why should now be any different? You don't think I'm straight, huh? Well try to remember back less than half an hour ago. I said I wouldn't cause any trouble. You're the one that's making things difficult for everyone. If you wanna shoot me that bad, then fine, go ahead. But I'll warn you: You'll get nothing out of it save for an enemy that you really don't want," she nodded to Ken, so Saint knew what she was talking about. Having said her piece, she glared impassively at Saint, unafraid and unimpressed. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her frightened or cowed; she was altogether too proud for that.