She draws her gun and puts it down to her feet, then kicks it away, before slowly taking her hands behind her head and spreading her legs. ''You don't have to worry about me. You may have to worry about the possible locals that may try to get me back so they can kill me themselves, though.'' A sly grin went across her face as she observed the guards getting closer to her. In a somewhat defying tone, she growls. ''If you try anything funny, I swear I'll snap your neck.'' She was cooperative, and even though she tried to look as 'friendly' as possible, she tried to impose herself so she wouldn't be intimadated. It was obvious that she was at least impressed by this cortege.
