"You know lads, I think you'd be best off just giving up." Callie says as she loops her cloak around one arm as a way to cover her actions, waving it like a matador as she reaches behind her to undo the lock. "I mean, even if you spit me with a weapon and such, the folks outside will be through in a minute and ..well we're all pissed about the slavery thing. Why not call it a day and move on?"