"You were whining like a fucking child." She does have half a mind to just stop and let him deal with the rest of it, just to make a point, but finds herself continuing to undo the restraints anyway, until they're all undone and she's looking him over, sizing him up. He's taller than her, but not by much.

"Yeah, sure, a sword. Over in the corner, by the horse-drawn carriage and the windmill." Who carries a sword anymore?