Well-Intentioned

"Hm, they say torture never works, right…?" Ryker wondered aloud, tapping a finger on his bandaged forehead. Not that he'd want to torture anybody.

Officer Kira always bribed him with food whenever she wanted him to fess up to one of his misadventures, back home, but he didn't have any food on hand, and he had a feeling Xia Qingge wouldn't be tempted.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be craving any food right now, would you?" he asked, just in case.

"..."

"Well, didn't think so."

The two of them sat on the dusty steps of a run-down pharmacy, making an odd pair as Ryker continued to talk to himself beside his tied up prisoner. Xia Qingge could only mull over her situation as the heavy chains chafed at her skin, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

'How can this fool be so relaxed…' she thought, idly. Wasn't he worried for Cui Feng?