Emmaline through her arms around Neil's neck and kissed him, her hands throbbing as blood rushed back into them. They hadn't hurt exactly but they had become numb from the tight wire bindings. There were any number of reasons why binding her with wire was a bad idea, but they had wisely not unbound her or removed her gag. Well Helmut had lived, briefly, to learn why that was a bad idea. Emmaline glanced to his cooling corpse. The stone spell had reached his shoulder now and would continue until the body was completely engulfed in stone. Doubtless the next group of criminals to take up in this place would be disquieted.

"I'm alright, thanks to you" she said, leaning her cheek against Neil's shoulder. She was trying to put on a brave face but she really was relieved that he had come. She very much doubted that even if she had gotten free she could have mustered enough magic to get free before she was shot or stabbed.

"Your like a hero out of the stories," she said, not entirely meaning it as a joke. She climbed over Helmut's body and lead Neil towards the stairs. It was unlikely that the watch would pay any attention to a couple of extra gunshots during black powder week, but she had a professionals instinct to flee the scene of the crime. Plus the smell of pickled herring was making her nauseous.

"Well if there is a free dinner in it I shall endeavor to get kidnapped more often," she joked, working her jaw to restore it and work the taste of the gag out of it. She squeezed Neil's hand, the gesture cutting through her usually jocular manner for a moment before her insouciant grin returned.

"Though we might need to use different names if we go back to the Golden Comet."