[She blinks at the light coming on, realizing it wasn't on to begin with. How come she could see just as well without it on? Her brows knit at the thought before looking at Marc - she can figure out why she can suddenly see in the dark later. Probably another strange thing she got from this place with her Horns and claws.]

Right, bank card spoon. She's awfully... thoughtful for a captor. [A nice apartment, a motorcycle, a strange cat thing. She pulls off her jacket, wearing a loose sleeveless blouse under it.] Maybe you can give me a tour on your motorcycle sometime.

[She turns to look at him.] I know you offered me your bed, but I dont want to kick you out of your room and make you sleep on the couch.