Bast sat up and stretched as languorously and thoroughly as she could in the handcuffs, then sighed deeply. Drowsing was a way to pass the time when nothing was happening, but drowsing on the way to no-doubt brutal captivity was perhaps a waste of time. Not that she could think of anything to do besides pray with these disrupter cuffs on... and while on, did that mean the Goddess could not hear her? Shaking off the useless musings, she turned her head toward a sometime employer.<br/><br/>"Succinctly, if not eloquently put, Humour," she said, the stress of capture thickening the lilt of her Middle-Eastern accent. "The alternative will likely be... unpleasant."