Bryn nodded, now was better than later. The sooner they unbound the Manager from this place, the sooner the takers-what she called them because there was no better word-would come and take him. And it would be gruesome, but fortunately she didn't think they would see it.
She smiled, she knew what he was looking for. And scribbled on the pad. I'm good, it's all well aged leather, non flammable. Sure if it was blowtorched it would probably catch after a little while, but she was good for what they had to do. "Ready?"