It seemed like Vincent was slightly offended with her pouring her own drink. Allison couldn’t care less to be honest, but she admired his sense of perfectionism. “I get it. You wanted to do it for me.” Allison nodded a few times, taking another sip as he told her about stealing and killing people. “But you cannot possibly hold my hand for every action I’m willing to undergo.” With a slight smile, imagining how it would be if he did, she took another sip. The scotch was at least a few years older than the one she drank at home, so the taste was old and priceless. 

“Oh, nobody? So even you will keep your hands to yourself?” Allison scoffs at him. “I find that hard to believe, Captain Vincent.” And already feeling a bit light headed, she wandered around the cabin. She now and then took an object in her one hand, analysing it with her eyes, and putting it back to where it was. But to offset Vincent, she all moved them several inches. With every object she moved, Allison looked back at Vincent, clearly messing with him, trying to get him out of his cage. It amused her that he tried to remain calm and formal, but wasn’t very good at hiding his anger. “Oh, am I upsetting you?” She puckered her lips, and with one more gulp the glass was empty. 

“Now you can pour me a glass, if you want.” The smile on her face said it al: she wasn’t planning on behaving, like he asked. If he wanted to kidnap her, fine. But he’d have to get used to her as well. 

With a deep sigh she then wandered over to the sofa and took a seat, still holding her empty glass. “So.. What do you guys do here for fun?” Now and then a loud cheer sounded from in the hallway, making Allison look over every time. It seemed like there was something to celebrate over, but she couldn’t quite understand what they were talking about. “Drinking?” She then asked, looking up at Vincent. He was quite the tall guy compared to her, she now noticed.