Yolanda glanced at the gun now freely resting against the wall. She had had some training with a handgun back home; crime was rampant in South Africa and most carried weapons. Kidnappings and murders still occurred at an alarmingly high rate.

It was because of this fact that her father had given her basic training. She was no marksman but had no doubt that she could kill another with ease.

Yolanda wasn't, however, compelled to take the weapon and use it on her captor. He had been nice to her, if not a bit flirtatious, and her actions could lead to her death and the deaths of others. Omega was nice; how nice were the rest of his group? 

"Perhaps they've each found their own prisoner to try and seduce." She commented lightly. Honestly, she could sense the man's concern ans wanted to return the mood to a light one.