He flinched a little at her reaction, though of course he couldn't blame her for it. Here she was, effectively in chains, and here he was, walking around like a free man with some measure of respect. Magnus was beginning to wonder however just how much longer he would be a seemingly free man.

He glanced again over his shoulder, reassured the scientist that the subject was a cranky little thing but no trouble, and returned to Eleanor.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. "But it's a good thing they didn't because we're going to run, Eleanor. And now. Are you ready?"

[I'm sorry this is so late. I understand if you've moved on and rather let this fade.]