Korryn's heart was racing. She knew the man, whoever he was, wasn't going to bite at this. He didn't sound like he was easily thrown by the cooperative types. Because more often than not, they were either planning to stab you when you weren't looking, or hiding something.<br/><br/>Mr. Wilotson swallowed hard. He gave a pained glance towards the closet, before looking back to the man who had entered his house and was taking his things. "I'm hiding two people," He said honestly. He took in a deep breath, "One of them is my wife. She's older, like myself, and if you spare her, I'd gladly show you where I've hid a young woman. I'm sure she'd be of my interested to you and your men." He told him, straightening his back.<br/><br/>She let out a quiet, defeated sigh. She couldn't blame him. He had tried to protect her and she was basically a stranger to him. He couldn't risk his and his wives like for her.<em>Never trust anyone.</em>She was scared though. Her face was pale, and her blue eyes wide. She didn't want to go with this man. She didn't want to be passed around and, most likely, eventually killed. No. If this man was going to try and take her, she wasn't leaving without a fight.