Harlan watched with interest as the shadow-spike broke his manacles. He rubbed his wrists, glad to be out of the damn things. They had chafed him so much. It was at that point that Dannie climbed through the window, crackling with electricity. He wondered how much control she had over her ability. By stating the metal had prevented her from freeing him he guessed she didn't have one hundred percent control over it. He found himself wondering if touching her would prove fatal. He then found himself considering that perhaps she might be worth the risk.<br/><br/>The man who Dannie had called Shaw then explained the situation. No wonder the guy seemed so cock sure of himself before the crash, but the attack on the truck was obviously something the man had not expected. Listening to the man ask for help, Harlan shrugged.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"What, escape? When we just got here? Bit of a wasted trip altogether then. Well there's certainly safety in numbers, so I'm in."</span>He glanced at Dannie to see if she was also in on the idea. Not that he thought they had much choice anyway.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Only one thing concerns me here. What attacked this truck? I mean, the enemy of my enemy is my friend might hold true in some cases, but whatever it was took us out obviously didn't give a flying fuck about who might be inside. I'm guessing whoever they are, they are just as hostile as the kidnap club that we just escaped from."</span>