As soon as he was out of sight, she got up. Rummaging through everything she could get her hands on. There was nothing really that could be of use to her. At least nothing that she understood how to use. Her lips curled. She looked to the window. Out through it. Perhaps if she could... open it? It didn't seem to be the sort one could open though. She had to though...<em>she had to!</em>She knocked on the window several times to test it's thickness.<br/><br/>Soon, she had a small drawer in her hand. She covered her eyes with one arm, whilst the other swung back with the drawer. Throwing it forward, there was a crash. She looked to the door and dropped the drawer.<em>Had anyone heard?</em>She looked outside to see if anyone had showed up suddenly. No one seemed to be there still. So she ran back towards the bed and started rolling the sheets up into a rope. Tossing some of it out the hole she'd made in the window, she realized she had nothing to tie the end to. She screamed and kicked some glass on the floor.<br/><br/>Her hands and feet had small scrapes along them. Her hand had one larger one that went from her wrist up her arm a ways. It stung, but she had no time to worry about it.<br/><br/>Dashing for the door. She listened for footsteps. As soon as she felt most everyone was gone, she started creeping her own way down. She was almost to the bottom when she noticed there was at least one person left. She gasped and covered her mouth. She looked around as best she could to see if anyone else was there. No signs indicated as much. He was on his own. Distracted with a deck of cards.<br/><br/>She had three options. She could attack him. Seeing his height, it was unlikely she would come out on top of that. She could run. She shook her head, she wouldn't be able to get far from him without a mad chase. There was no real telling from here either what weapons he might have. The last option... she wasn't at all fond of. It was all she had left to get herself out though.<br/><br/>She walked down as slowly as she could, so not to startle him, but as well to get his attention. She coughed, clearing her throat as she approached him. She walked around him several times before running a hand across his chest. She brought herself in close to him. Her body clearly shaking from head to toe. She whispered. "How about you and me get out of here..?" She said before making herself nibble at his neck. Her eyes grew watery as she did. This really wasn't something she wanted to do.<em>What was she even doing?</em>What was she even going to do if she got out of here? Tell the police..? Would they help? Would she want them to?<br/><br/>She frowned and embraced Conda as she would have Goose, were he there.