He's already tried a hundred times to phase his wrists and slip these thrice-damned cuffs and not surprisingly try number one hundred and one does work either.  Even after two days the sensation of being restrainded is foreign to him.  He looks up at the mention of his name.  Cute little thing there... wait was that Jessie?<br/><br/>He can't help but laugh at the twist of fate.<br/><br/>"It worked like a charm, just like you said it would," he answers her, "Been a long time kiddo, and I see you've... ah... grown."<br/><br/>Maybe this isn't a total crock-up.  Jessie's one of the smart ones.  Humour's a solid guy in a pinch.  He turns to see who else is there.  Bast... too bad the cuffs obviously block magic but she's still the real deal.  Is that Haste?  He hadn't expected to ever see her again.  Damn... if just one of them could get loose this would be done.  Try number one hundred and two proves as futile as the rest.  Goes it's not going to be him.  Better hope somebody can come up with something.<br/><br/>"So, anybody got a bright idea how we avoid getting anal probed and dissected?"<br/><br/>(OOC: Works fine by me Jefepato )