[the pistol winks in kavinsky's hand, but the muzzle is still down at an angle, pointing more at the mattress than at any of its occupants. he's seen stranger things. he's been stranger things. but still, he has enough of a bead on normal to be watching for signs of greater danger than ordinary people, who are, on average, shitty enough.] You look like you're trying to rob somebody using chained-up vagina as bait, man.

Where the fuck you from? [lad? who the fuck says 'lad?' his finger skids around the trigger. he doesn't look at the blindfolded woman hardly at all, really.] Aside from some weird fucking country. [kavinsky is basically why people hate americans.]