[ Elda's eye shifts to him, locking with cat-like expression. The one arm free, she can - well, she's done it in her memories enough and her nails are long enough, right? So she's going to try to slash through the other restraint on the left arm and then rip off the ones on her legs.
Hopefully nothing hits poor Birkin? but more to the point: ]
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Hopefully nothing hits poor Birkin? but more to the point: ]
I don't have to knock you out?