[ Rook shakes his head, but doesn't otherwise answer. The man in the chair doesn't seem to notice either of them talking. He just leers at Abigail in silence for a few long moments. And then, true to what Rook had said, he merely gets up, and walks away.
David waits a few moments, then slides off the bed, still looking towards the hallway. He plucks the knife off a tiny table with a radio, and kneels in front of Abigail. ] Hang on, I'll cut these off. [ Carefully, he severs the zip tie, then folds the knife and puts it in his back pocket. He's in his deputy uniform (granted, the 'uniform' for Hope county is just an olive green officer's top and denim jeans), which is strange, but he doesn't question it at this point. ]
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David waits a few moments, then slides off the bed, still looking towards the hallway. He plucks the knife off a tiny table with a radio, and kneels in front of Abigail. ] Hang on, I'll cut these off. [ Carefully, he severs the zip tie, then folds the knife and puts it in his back pocket. He's in his deputy uniform (granted, the 'uniform' for Hope county is just an olive green officer's top and denim jeans), which is strange, but he doesn't question it at this point. ]
Sorry, [ he intones miserably. ]