Kiew met her abductor's excuse with surprising indifference despite her obvious objections just moments before.  Her displeasure was more evident at being greeted with the woman and her broken parasol.<br/><br/>"Guay..." she muttered, her pug nose wrinkling.  Her shoulders rolled back, her posture more erect as the pistol pressed to her back.  She showed no further signs of struggle, seeming content to stifle her irritation at the loss of her parasol.  Her eyes flickered over her two kidnappers, a look both cool and evaluative.  Seeming to have approved of them both, she stepped forward as he guided her with his weapon.