Mrs. Biedermann glanced towards the red door at the boat, before glancing downwards at her foot.
"Young man, I don't know what are you asking."
He released a sigh in annoyance, they've been doing this forever. By the time she feels complacent enough to tell him, Victoria would be dead by now.
"Hag, I'm not in the mood."
He gestured towards the bounty hunters behind him, before leaning into her as he whispered.
"You see those guys standing behind me? With a gesture of my hand, you'll become a feast to the marine lives."
His nose itched as he turned his head away from her in time to release a loud sneeze.
'Oh goody, I've developed a cold.'
"Excuse my manners," he apologized as he sniffled, his thumb running across his nose as he straightened.
Of course, no one paid attention to his apology. They were both waiting for something; Answers.
A loud clap entered her ears, followed by a stern, "Now."
