"We could just be working for ourselves," Jenn answered matter-of-factly. "I'm sure anyone in that bar, man or woman, had the same thought runnin through their minds," she conspicuously ran her eyes up and down the Companion as she spoke. "We just had the balls to go through with it." She knew the Companion wouldn't believe her, knowing that if it were true, they'd be attempting to take advantage of her right now instead of preparing to tie her up.<br/><br/>Jenn turned around to open the same compartment where she had earlier pulled out a pistol. It contained various items that were necessary for short term travels that usually invited the occasional skirmish. She pulled out a thin, but sturdy, tan rope that was blotched in some spots with the color of dark, dried blood. She tied one end similarly to a noose, to put around the girl's wrists while she led her to the back.<br/><br/>She turned back and knelt in front of the beautiful Companion. "Sorry sweetie, Captain's orders. It's either this, or a gun to your head for the next hour. And personally, I don't want the Captain's arm getting tired."