Finally standing, the cuffs are very easy to open. They use smaller versions of the common buckles Nova has on her blast vest. The same is true of the cuffs on the spreader bar. In fact, Nova finds no locks on any of the gear. Her body position was all that kept her from accessing freedom and that was freed when the Twi'lek unclipped the bar from the floor.<br/><br/>Free, naked, and befouled with his piss on her body and his pink cum still oozing from her and joining on her legs, Nova can hear running water upstairs where he took the Twi'lek. Not a refresher, a real shower. Beneath her is a short black rod still slick with her juices. Her gear is unceremoniously thrown down into the couch; her spare power packs are still in their pouches but her blaster is missing. The droid is where she last saw it, locked into the rigid embrace of an activated restraining bolt.<br/><br/>"Yeah, that's it. Lick that off of me. Get me clean," she hears from upstairs. The "conversation" continues.