"Oh, I like that. Zenith's Most Dangerous Game," Kiley said, imagining Simms trying to hide from a houseful of pissed people carrying paintball guns. She doubted she would be the only one to aim for his crotch. She wasn't entirely sure she was scared of him getting out of his cell. They had let him out before - like in that weird motel - and he hadn't done anything. But, whatever. It didn't concern her.
"I don't know who has their stuff still, or who would even want to do it. But it could be fun. It's basically just waiting for the damn snow to melt." Kiley took Chases's hand and lifted it to her lips, kissing his knuckles before she sought out Didymus again. "Do you think I should take him outside and see if he's got to pee or something? I have no idea how much training these animals got before they were brought here."