[color=aquamarine] "The first thing is to get our hands free."[/color] Claire murmured, pacing around the room and trying to survey the room as well as her partner, looking for a plan of escape as well as doing some sort on injury assessment. Auror training wasn't exactly the best when it came to situations like this; everything they were trained to do assumed that they had some sort of magical help when fighting or interrogating, but in this situation, they had nothing. It was a room with a light hanging from the ceiling, and two wooden chairs that looked like they would splinter if someone even looked at them too hard. The door was locked with a pretty decent lock, and the walls were solid enough that there was no way to push through them. 

Biting her lip, she walked behind him and realized that the knot on his tied hands was in a position that she could get to. She also realized that there was a very big chance somebody was listening to them, and blowing their plan out loud would be the final nail in the coffin. Walking up next to Abram, she got close enough to rest her head on his shoulder, the picture of stressed defeat to anybody that could be watching, but close enough for her to be able to whisper to him. [color=aquamarine] "I think I can undo the knot on your hands, and then you can undo mine."[/color] She murmured. [color=aquamarine] "I think we can at least get our hands undone, so our wrists don't rip into pieces. Mine are already shredding."[/color]


Waiting for a little while, the leaning position easing the throbbing in her headache surprisingly well, Claire straightened up once more and pulled him down to sit next to her at a bit of a slant, his shoulder against the wall and her opposite shoulder against the wall, her head back on his shoulder. [color] "Just don't look like I'm untying your hands? If we can get this done, then getting mine done should be easy."[/color] She started to fiddle with the knot on his rope, finding a place that would cause it to loosen up if she had something like a bobby pin or a sewing needle to wiggle the rope apart. She could feel the rope digging into her wrists further, making them bleed as she tried to get him untied, and she had to stop for a minute, closing her eyes.

[color=aquamarine]"This works far better in Muggle movies."[/color] Claire muttered under her breath, frustrated. In movies it looked like the agents were able to just untie ropes quickly and move on, but in reality, the ropes were chewing into her skin and making it bleed, the knot was too tight for her to untie without looking and with the tips of her fingers, and she didn't have the convenience of being a character in a movie that always won in the end. 

She sat for a minute or two, trying to ease the pain in her wrists, before she realized how much of an idiot she was. [color]" I am an actual idiot. I can have any hands I want."[/color] Claire said, falling silent for a moment and concentrating through her headache, putting the energy into her hands and wrists. She may not have had magic, but she did have the ability to make her hands and wrists smaller by changing them into the hands of a child, and within thirty seconds her hands were free from the rope and back to normal size. 

With the rope gone from her wrists, and a bobby pin from her hair, she made quick work of the rope on his hands, untying the knot and loosening the bind before pulling the rope away. [color=aquamarine]"We're both free, but I don't know if they'll be watching and able to see that we don't have the rope on."[/color] She whispered, biting her lip and leaning back against the wall.