Chuck watches her struggles wordlessly, enraptured by what's going on in Amanda's house. He's also very conflicted... He doesn't know Amanda personally, and doesn't really owe anything to her. Or does he? As a human, isn't he obliged to help her, or something? He looks down and realizes his fingers are flexing tightly over his knees, his knuckles gone white. He lets out a long, irritated breath, and takes another swig of his coke.<br/><br/>"Okay. How about this... We keep taping, right? But if anything really bad happens... If he starts to really hurt her, we have to call the cops. We won't tell them about the cameras... I mean, check out this view. I could just say I saw... Something, anything, out of the corner of my eye, and investigated."<br/><br/>He begins to really worry when Amanda breaks free from her bonds and struggles to her feet. What if the burglar punishes her for getting out...? And what if he doesn't catch it on camera? He knows it's wrong, but for some reason, Chuck is peeved that she's no longer in the view of the camera.