Kat wasnâ€™t amused by Ericâ€™s joke but somehow managed to give a playful smile of her own as they waited for Thomas to wake up. Time was precious; there was no telling when they would be found and then shit would really hit the fan and their fun would end. Hopefully some information would be gathered beforehand, but then again since they were given the time off it was needless to say that it would not sit well with the captain that they were being nosey. She almost wanted to cringe when she thought of hearing the captainâ€™s angry voice scolding them. However, in their defense, Thomas was a bit unexpected even if she knew it wouldnâ€™t be a good idea to throw that out there. Oh, they were in so much trouble, but Kat refused to let it get to her too much now since they couldnâ€™t do anything about it.<br/><br/>After all it had been their choice to do this. They knew the consequences involved. But maybe they could find something out that would dig them out of this hole.<br/><br/>When Eric said â€˜cheersâ€™ she looked to the bottle of Jack Daniels he had discovered and walked over to him, â€œDonâ€™t keep your treasure all to yourself,â€ she teased a bit, taking the bottle for herself and taking a quick swig before she handed it back to him and moving back to her lookout position. He would need it more than she would for sure. Honestly in her rebellious years she had quickly learned that her and alcohol did not mix at all, especially around men. And then her grandfather had snatched the bottle out of her hand so quickly one day that she decided to give it up and not drink nearly as much as she use to. She stuck to beer mostly, but a bottle of Jack was definitely a nice find. They really donâ€™t make alcohol like that anymore unless you get it right from Earth, and even then it was often rare and expensive as hell these days.<br/><br/>Thankfully it only had been a few minutes to a half hour at most before Thomas woke up with a groan, immediately taking notice that he was bound and his hand was bandaged. He blinked a few times to focus, smiling widely and laughing when he realized who his capturers were. His head hurt and his hand and mouth felt numb. Yet overall he was more amused by the situation he was in than worried about the pain in his hand and why he had a headache that made him want to strangle the next person who spoke to him. Of course, it wasnâ€™t like he could do that anyway; he was kind of bound. â€œYou people are amazing! Better than those worthless guards they had watch me over night. I mean, I didnâ€™t even know what hit me. One minute I had thoughts of murdering both of you flowing through my mind and hell I even dreamed it, and the next thing I know Iâ€™m here. A bit bruised and sore, but Iâ€™m here gracing you with my presence! Or maybe itâ€™s the other way around, right?â€<br/><br/>â€œAnyway, Iâ€™m assuming you want me to do a bit of talking, right? Spill my guts and tell you all why everyone want me so badly? Thatâ€™s the only reason people ever tie me up like this; itâ€™s not like I have any friends even if a lot of people want a piece of me. Well feel free to ask whatever you want, Iâ€™m not going to hide anything from you.â€ Thomas rambled on, pausing to look at Kat with a smile. â€œThough Iâ€™ll admit, I am once again surprised that Miss Katherine isnâ€™t torturing me. I still have all my fingers; I guess thatâ€™s a positive sign in this negative situation for someone in my shoes. You must have changed a lot over the past eight years.â€ When Kat didnâ€™t respond to him, he looked back to Eric. â€œSo where do we start? Hi my name is Thomas and I use to be an alcoholic myself. Iâ€™m five foot ten and I think I weigh somewhere around one hundred and seventy pounds, give or take. Is that a good enough introduction?â€ He held that cocky smile as he looked down at the bottle of Jack.<br/><br/>Kat ran a hand over her face and sighed, doing her best to ignore Thomasâ€™s rambling. This man really was a motor mouth and she was starting to question her sanity a bit more. She was still a mess mentally; she wasnâ€™t sure if she could handle this though she wouldnâ€™t let it show or even dare mention it to Eric. It was going to take every last bit of self control not to kill Thomas herself. As she continued to keep a look out, she kept telling herself to take deep breaths and all would be fine.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m still thirsty, by the way, mind sharing some of that Jack? The taste of blood is fine and all, but Iâ€™d like to have something that actually qualifies as a beverage.â€ Thomas spoke out again and she couldnâ€™t help but wonder if the word â€˜silenceâ€™ was even in this guyâ€™s vocabulary. This was probably going to drive Kat crazy indeed.