Rhodri slid himself through the air vent, slowly drifting onto the flaw. Still wearing his devilish trademark smile. "You don't have to worry about anything" He whispered 'You see, I've got a contract on Voltus, a very, very profitable contract, all you have to do is make a few bad cuts here and there, and you'll be rich, I'll give you some of the reward'. He walked forward, expecting a reply. "Oh, I almost forgot, silly me! You can't speak can you? You know, with all that money, you could get your voice back, your ability to speak!" he tempted her. He then leant in closer, his warm breath flowing out of his lungs onto her ears, "Wouldn't that be nice?"