Nora's sharp blue gaze narrowed and looked at the man who called himself Reaver. The words<em>'I own you'</em>did not ring well in her mind. She didn't like to be owned, by anyone for any reason. In a way he was right about information being worth more then gold, although she could do without the protection, she could protect herself just fine.<br/><br/>But what kind of information did Reaver have that would be any worth to her? For all she knew this could be another well devised trap that would get them all killed. They were prisoners after all, whether they committed a crime or not it didn't matter. They could easily be taken out now that they were inside these cells, and no one on the surface would even care or know that they died.<br/><br/>With her cold eyes she looked at each one of the prisoners that were starting to sign up to look for this piece of jewelry. Leonora didn't care if she was getting paid or not for this mission just as long as she got her possessions back and saw the daylight again. The air in this place was stifling and stagnate.<br/><br/>"You better watch what you say, Reaver...," she paused and leaned the side of her body against the bars of her cell, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Choose your words more wisely before you speak next time, not all of us in here are falsely accused...," Leonora left it at that as she did not divert her gaze away from the man who seemed to have the power to get them out of here. She wanted to get her point across that if Reaver were to deceive them, that she would not be afraid to take him out of the picture...permanently.<br/>