Yolanda felt her cheeks heat in a blush at the man's blatant language. She averted her gaze and wished at that moment, more than ever, that she had tanned skin. Honestly, she was verging on being an albino, despite her dark eyes.

"You're an idiot, you know that, right?" Yolanda murmured. She was surprised that she was already feeling comfortable enough to gently insult the individual that had taken her hostage. Stockholm Syndrome indeed, she thought sarcastically.