<strong>Evie ~ with Sir Sayalot</strong><br/><br/>She hadnt been expecting a response from him.  She knew he would speak when he needed to, but he hadnt told her to be quiet.  She had no idea where they were going, but that didnt matter, she followed along happily.  He had a broad back, wide shoulders and she really didnt want to piss him off but this was just....<br/><br/>One thing stopped her, having her damn hands cuffed behind her, she wished he wouldnt keep cuffing them, or even if they were cuffed in front it would have been better, but her bright idea flittered out the window, along with so many others over the years.  She sighed, trudging along behind him, looking at the drab colored walls.<br/><br/>"You know if you put some color on the walls the place really would be a lot nicer" she commented, "maybe some prints, and some rugs, the floor is very cold" she rambled on, skipping to keep up.  "And slow down will ya!!! Its like we're on a route march" she exclaimed, sighing loudly.<br/><br/>"So where are we going.  And please dont say dancing, cos I am the worlds worst dancer" she said, talking again.  Watching as a head poked out and then disappeared.  Strange place this....<br/><br/>