*Francine*
As she looked at him, Francine took a breath in and out. In her mind, Alaric barked at her. "Put your hands into balled fists and then pull them apart." She felt the plastic from the cable ties bite into her skin but it was only short lived as the plastic broke freeing her hands. Samuel whispered encouragement. "Good girl." The men were still having a gruff conversation further away before before they brought out a small table and chairs. They pulled out a laptop and were arguing about soemthing on it. Samuel whispered to her again.
"Good. Now they are distracted, set me free." Samuel shuffled around so that his back was facing her. "How?" Samuel hissed. "Transfrom a hand into a claw and cut the plastic dummy." Francine screwed her eyes shut. Alaric grumbled. "Let me do it."
