Jason picked up breakfast and the simrig – the gear he ordered today was not available, yet – and then returned to his prisoner. She was where he had left her, still as pretty and as helpless as he remembered her. He touched the front of the gag and, with a hiss, it slowly deflated in her mouth. The trodes that came with his new piece of equipment came in the form of a headband and he quickly slipped it on Flash while he fumbled around with the strap of her gag. With any luck, she wouldn't know what it was.<br/><br/>“Alright.” Jason said when he was done and leaned in a bit closer. One half of his view was filled with Flash, the other was filled with her emotional readout. “We might have gotten off on the wrong foot yesterday, with all that tasering going on and all. I don’t know if you noticed, but it I was not the one who attacked you. I’m just a bystander. There was a pair of guys waiting for you at the car and they got the drop on you…and I got the drop on them. “Know anything about them?” He asked and touched the straw he had put into a glass of soy-orange juice to her lips so that she could drink. The inflatable gag hung around her neck like a collar, ready at a moment’s notice in case she decided to try and scream.<br/>