Tig faltered in her actions at the stranger's words. She might not have lent them such credence had they not been spoken in a foreign accent. How long had she been unconscious? Was this America? How was she still alive, surely the vow wouldn't discriminate in killing her if she'd been removed from the country against her will or knowledge? She had to tell Tiberius, she had to get out and tell him somehow as soon as possible, before she dropped dead. No one would ever know what happened to her if she died here. Fuck.

Determined not to let her internal panic become and external panic quite yet, she stared at the man and hurriedly tried to formulate a plan to save her life. If she could just get out of the cage she could find a way out, and if she really had to, she could turn back but that was a last resort. Maybe if she tried to endear herself to him, play on his sympathies, he'd want to take her away from whatever American shithole she'd been dragged to.

Tig made a gentle mewing noise and proffered her front paw in a considerably less aggressive manner. Hopefully it was a gesture that said 'take me home', or more accurately, 'give me an opportunity to get the hell out of here before I actually die'.

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