[Finally, his wimpy-ness is not a handicap, but a strategic advantage. They've underestimated him just enough to allow him to do this - - - squinching his face up, he focuses all his mind and all his will on the moment, and - - - only a second has passed, a breath, and the Frankies are shoving his re-fastened hands up towards his face with a rag that looks like it came from the dankest subway station in Ueno.
His fellow captives, however, have all had their bonds carefully cut. Yes, even Kitten, although he had taken more than a split-second for himself to consider it]
S-sankyou. Sankyou very much. You not such bad guys, huh? [Keep them occupied, keep them interested in him only, for as long as he can. From this point onward, there is no plan, and although that just brings him back to square one, it's still not a state in which he's entirely comfortable.]