[i]Bloody hell.[/i]

Mira didn't have an escape plan at the moment. And considering both she and Sorren were literally trapped, she knew there was no point in trying to think up one anyways. Not to mention she was unarmed. But she wasn't about to surrender the weasel so easily, not now that she'd finally gotten what she wanted. The woman huffed and peaked out from behind the wall of the ally she'd ducked in to with Sorren in tow. A poor choice but since both ends of the street were filled with shinning knights hunting them in the name of the king, there weren't any options left. Now all she could do was try to buy time but that wouldn't get them anywhere. Mira's searching eyes stopped and settled on one particular man who stood out from the rest -the one who'd been yelling at her to surrender. She squinted, hard. It took a few seconds but suddenly she remembered where she'd seen that face. [i]Sparhawk![/i] He was older (obviously) -he let his hair grow out, and his boyish features were replaced with a more mature firmness. But it was definitely him.  Her eyes widened and she made a noise akin to gasping. Mira ducked back behind the safety of the wall. She quickly started signing to the white rodent, who squeaked in protest. [color=856363]"Too fast!"[/color] it complained to her. Mira huffed in irritation and tried again, slowly, this time her message considerably shorter. [color=856363]"Sparky."[/color] Mira repeated the gesture with an added word. [color=856363]"Sparky!"[/color] it chirped in louder volume. She nodded her head and tried once more, this time sticking her head out to face the man whose attention she was trying to draw. [color=856363]"Oye Sparky!"[/color] At this point the weasel was screaming as hard as its little lungs would allow it to.