Azai smirked "how bout..... no." He ran a hand through his hair. As he did so his dog tags popped out from under his shirt.

Quinn rolled her eyes, bending down and, with tied hands, slipped a hidden knife out of her boot. Not just in her boot, but in a special pocket. Instead of flying at Azai with it, she cut the straps around her feet and put the knife on the floor. "Tie me up if you want, AFTER I walk like FOUR steps." Quinn growled sarcastically, walking over to a window and glancing out to see nothing, then looking at the fingerprint door, then again around the dank room.

Azai smirked "Ok fine be that way." He looked down at his dog tags for a second then tucked them back into his shirt. He sighed.

Quinn had noticed the dog tags, and found it a little weird... because the only people that got given those kinds of tags were in the military. That would explain why Azai was so good with different things, but not why he just decided to go start murdering people. And kidnapping people, for that matter. "I will be that way thank you not at all," Quinn answered, slowly pacing around the perimeter of the small room, her emerald eyes glinting.

Azai looked at quinn" do you have a question? I can see that you do in your eyes. Spit it out pretty girl" He smirked and ran his hand through his hair again.

Quinn snapped her dark gaze onto Azai with a glare. "Do not call me pretty, and even if I did have a question it is not like you'd answer. Even if you did I'd be afraid you were lying." She growled, looking deeply unpleased. Quinn hated being called pretty by anyone, even her few friends, but when a KIDNAPPER said it... man. Azai should be glad Quinn didn't, like, tear out a chunk of the wall and beat him over the head.

"well how bout this from now on no lies between us. Also I get to call you whatever the heck I want if you don't agree I can end your suffering right now." Azai smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Quinn glowered at him for a moment, not answering. She kept pacing back and forth, just stretching her aching legs. She had to remind herself not to make Azai tooo mad... or... he will do what he just threatened. She flinched slightly at his remark, her jaw tightening. She again, didn't answer, having a feeling he would know what that meant. Quinn wasn't happy being stuck here, but at this point, she saw no motive to keep her alive. "Nevermind, I do have a question. Why am I still here? If you were stupid or really courteous you'd let me go, but that ain't gonna happen because I might tell on you and capture you, which you wouldn't want, eh? So the other option is just kill me. I see no reason to keep me alive, apart from as a bargaining chip... which is doubtful. So why haven't you killed me yet?" Quinn faved him with a steely look

Azai smirked " that's simple. I do intend to use you. In fact I just posted your ransom." He showed her a webpage. In the picture she was tied up and unconcious. He smirked again. "What do you think pretty girl"

Quin raised her eyebrows and glanced at the page with a snort, smirking slightly and giving a hollow, dry laugh. "Well you overestimate me! No one wants me, believe it. I'm just a poor, homeless girl that decides to join the FBI, got kidnapped, and is too much work to find. I'm sure after a day or two they gave up the hunt. Someone probably already replaced me. All my living relatives are dead except for a brother, and we aren't close enough for him to pay whatever amount you are asking for. Have fun." Quinn sighed, leaning against the wall. "So I think that will be a big, fat, fail."