Furry flashed in the young woman eyes as she muffled by a hand and disarmed. Bastard! she thought to herself when she heard his voice as she lifted her foot and stomp it on his toes as she used her tongue to lick his hand for he could at least release her mouth so she could speak.
When he removed his hand Claire smirked at the small triumph - now she needed her gun back. “Where is here actually Peter?” she snidely remarked as she turned to look at him.