Misha clenched her jaw and stared, then paused, then barked out a pained laugh. "Are you -- are you kidding me? You're joking, right?" She smiled uneasily. "Ya' gotta be jokin'!" She rattled her wrists against the restraints, her breathing uneven. She glanced around for someone - something - [i]anything[/i] she could use to help her escape, but she couldn't think straight.