"Your arms aren't always tied, I'm supposing. Unless you regularly turn up your music to..." She gestured at the floor again, trailing off. "Whatever's happened here."
Deirdre rolled her eyes a bit at the over-dramatics, not believing the young man at all, and anything but sympathetic. Seeing the cell phone on the floor, she picked it up, careful to avoid getting blood one herself, starting to get a bit nauseous from the scent of it. She noticed the number for 911 already keyed in, and raised an eyebrow.
Still holding the scissors in her other hand, she slipped one blade under the ziptie at his wrist, cutting through it with a single snip. She did the same for the other ties along that arm and then placed the cell phone back in his hand. "You'd better dial then, before your adrenaline wears out." She left the scissors balanced on one of his knees and headed for the door.