Perhaps she had done this too many times.  Perhaps it was the sight of the otherwise pretty woman looking so disheveled and bewildered.  Perhaps it was the concussion.  No matter.  This chase was hilarious.<br/><br/>Kiew laughed, breathless and openly.  Not the reserved, muted amusement she had been taught to demonstrate, but rolling chuckles which seemed to only make the pulsing in her head hurt more.  What did this woman think she would get out of her with hair pulling?  Though it did make her scalp sting and her head pound more, there was nothing else to say.<br/><br/>"How..." she tried to ask, breathless with laughter, "How am<em>I </em>supposed to know why this isn't turning out as<em>you </em>planned?  You weren't part of it!  And- and now you're going to be<em>killed </em>for all your troubles!"