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Quimbry wasn't in the mood to offer much resistance anymore. However, that didn't mean that she'd gladly spill her guts to the guy that captured her.

"So. You're company property?"

She sighed. "Yeah 'Nick', I guess you could say that." There wasn't much of a point in hiding something so trivial. She enjoyed most of her missions, but in the end, that didn't really matter much. They got completed either way.

"Do you have family ties? Or, perhaps, no family at all?" He asked. It would be like him to assume that she was the daughter of some sort of mob boss or corrupt company chairman.

"No. I just happen to work for them. My family isn't really your business anyway." Quimbry couldn't bring herself to be extremely rude; she was exhausted as it was. Clever responses and pointless rants would only sap what was left of her expended energy. Against her own will, she felt her eyes slowly begin to drift shut.

"An odd name," He mumbled, waking her with a start, "You're probably the first person I've met with such a name. And Cancio...Is it Italian? Or Spanish? Perhaps Portuguese..."

"I don't see how that really matters," She muttered, rubbing her face against her bound arms, "It's Spanish." Quimbry's guard was down, and she already knew it. She just couldn't bring herself to care. If he wanted to know about herself, it really wouldn't matter in the long run.