(ARLO)
"Fucker." I glower at Miles. "I could have broken my arm."
Miles smirks. "Oh, well."
"I was almost forgetting. Why should I expect to be treated well by a low-life thug type?"
He rolls over and presents me with his back. "You aren't exactly an upstanding citizen."
I hesitate for a bit before replying to him. "Why aren't you sleeping? Shouldn't you be thinking of a way of getting us out of here?"
"I am thinking."
I should even be grateful that Miles is ignoring me instead of trying to kill me for how I treated him earlier. With us being trapped down here he could as easily do whatever he likes with me. He's more burly and tougher than me. Then again I don't have my cattle prod on me. If he wanted to make me suffer the way I made him suffer, he would have little trouble doing it.
