Jamie turned to face the god, tamping down hard on the urge to roll his eyes. "If you could, that'd be great," he said instead. "Didn't think to bring bolt cutters."
The voices had died away, but that only served to make Roxanna more anxious. She'd been freshly drugged about two hours ago, and her panic was mixing with the chemicals, making her tug at her cuffs, despite it being a useless endeavoer.