The cuffs released with a soft popping sound, and Bast threw them from her as hard and far as she could, expending a moment's time, but hopefully gaining something more of focus for giving her temper an outlet. Closing her eyes, she visualized the altar, imagining the scent of cedar incense, the golden statue with sparkling emerald eyes, the little statue of Horus shattering on the stone floor, releasing a trace of the god's essence... but it was no use. The whistling rush of air tearing at her clothes and hair, roaring in her ears... freefall wasn't good for concentration.<br/><br/>She'd changed to a prayer, a simple plea for assistance, half wordless mental wail of anguished frustration, when something enclosed her, gently, blocking the wind, moving with her as her arm flexed in reaction. She ran through a mental list of the others captured with her, initially coming up with no-one who could have done this, but recognizing the voice. "Whiplash..." she whispered, uncertain if he could hear her, but speaking as much to reassure herself as to thank him. "I am in your debt for this."