As he was speaking to Kitten, Dreamer glanced at Maeve to find her looking at him with a tired but gentle expression.  He looked back at Kitten, and when he looked back at her she had finished clothing herself completely.  He looked her over, noting the black fabric of his bodysuit peeking out of her clothes, covering her hands and feet, and he grimaced in a confused fashion.  He knew she had to look good in that thing, tight as it surely was on her ample body... but wih all her injuries, that couldn't be comfortable for her at all.  Still, it would protect her, and that was what he wanted.<br/><br/>It occurred to him that she was rather overdressed for a prisoner about to be dragged to a sadistic rapist and killer that would soon devour her alive, but he found he didn't care.  He'd just say Shark wanted her as healthy as possible by the time she got to him, or something like that.<br/><br/>He walked over to the safe, giving himself some time to think. He pulled a handgun out of the safe and slipped it into the small of his back.  He kept the SMG on his left shoulder and he pulled out what looked like a sheathed knife; he nodded and slipped it into his belt at his waist, then he reached into the safe again and dragged out a small pile of wads of cash, as well as several clips of ammo .  "Kitten," he said, "see that backpack over there, in the corner?"  He pointed.  "Dump it out, and put this stuff inside.  I suggest you take the uzi, but the cash... we might have to use it to bribe our way back to the car."<br/><br/>"Maeve," he said, softly, turning to her.  He hesitated to touch her, unsure where exactly all her wounds were.  "It... it would look real bad if you just -walk- out of here, pretty much free... hell, walking, at all..." he grimaced, trying not to remember what he was referring to.  It was his fault for leaving her; otherwise he would have protected her, and... and... "um... and... Maeve... I'm sorry... but Lakran... they..." he stopped.  "Just close your eyes, and I'll carry you out, okay?  Please?"<br/><br/>He didn't really wait for her to answer.  He could hear the rebels outside now, arguing uncertainly, trying to figure out what had happened and was going on.  They had to act now, while the humans were still confused.  With as gentle a grip as he could manage, he picked up Maeve, again hoisting her over his shoulder despite the wound there, though he wasn't bleeding anymore.  He heard her whimper, and almost echoed her, but he turned to head through the shattered doors and leave.<br/><br/>"I'll have to act mean again..." he whispered softly as he headed for the stairs.  "Kitten.  You ready?"