Aquala Moonlite
Aquala looked him in the eyes when he pulled out the pocket knife and she closed her eyes tight. When she felt the tape around her ankles loosen she opened them and let out a soft sigh. "No, I dropped my phone in the car when you kidnapped me," she answered truthfully. "Since I'm going to be staying here for a while, could you at least tell me your name. It doesn't have to be a real one or anything, I just need something to call you unless you want to be called dickhead, asshole, etc., she stated with a slight giggle, trying to lighten the mood. She knew that there was going to be no way out of this so she thought, why not make the most of it? At least try to get along with the guy until he has to hand her over, Aquala never was one much for dealing with fights or arguments.