"Thanks." -grabs her knife and sticks it back in her pocket.- "She's probably scared within the fact im still wearing my shackles, and had a knife in my pocket."
K: You know, your wrists are starting to look really raw. You sure you don't want me to remove them? I have a few tricks, if you catch my drift.
K: Sure, *A lockpick slides out from between his teeth and he gets to work on the shackles* Hang on... *Pop* There, that's one, and the other... *Pop* There. You're free, what will you do? *Grins*