Silas chuckled. Yolanda was right. Standing up abruptly, he threw his fist into the air. "Right. I've got to make your hostage experience memorable," he half-shouted with a cheeky grin. Looking aroudn at the drab place, he didn't really find much that they could do. He would just have to improvise.

He knelt down in front of Yolanda and held out a hand. "How do you feel about a dance party?" It was reckless and stupid, but that had never stopped Silas before. Why start then?