Daren had been doing some siting...and some readin, before the woman awoke, when she did, and uttered her greeting, if you could call it that, towards him, he merely smiled. "Well, hello to you too, so glad you could make it, hope you're okay. Oh, just thought you should know, your boss called, twice. We told him you were dead, so you're welcome." He smiled once more, nodded, and opened up the folder he'd reading looked at her, noticing she'd closed her eyes again,

"aww...come on, open your eyes, don't you want to see your own work? You have been one busy lady, taking pictures of lots of different activities, some of them pretty borin' stuff, others...pretty interesting. Though, you seem to be takin' a keen interest in the Rebelion. Why's that?" He looked at her patiently waited for her answer. He spoke once more,"You mentioned the High Chancelor and just how much he'd love to hear what we did to ya, but you realize that we wouldn't even be hear if ti wasn't for the people electing him...and the rest of the them, really. You see, everything' always about fear. Fear that someone's gonna come along, bop you on the head, and take your money. Fear, that other countries, with their barbaric societies are going to come and raid this country, so we need protection from them. It's all fear, but it's all misguided. Therefore, whenever he spoke out about it, they arrested him... tortured him. But, he was only speakin' the truth...a truth they couldn't handle, they didn't want to hear it, so He acted." Daren went silen once more. He tossed more pictures onto her lap, of people, specifically their omi-present-though-presumed-alive -somewhere leader V before torture and interrogation, and afterwards.

He continued,"Oh, but they say the government is needled by the people...why? If they've got it all figured out they don't' need us! They're afraid we'll realize they don't have anythin' figured out...and then? Then, something beautiful happens...when you don't need the government, it's police, it's programs...you realize somehtin'...it's all a paper tiger. They talk big, tough, aggressive, but really, if they acted as big, they'd have found us by now. They want total and utter control? They'll never get it! Far too many different people and different opinions exist out there. hell, if we have to, we'll resort to our past..." Daren went quet once ore. he was eluding to the what he'd said in the van earlier. About the Irish hating the Brits. Maybe they'd find some Scots somewhere, bring them back to Braveheart times. Send them back into Scotland and develop a base there.

Daren said one final thing to her,"Now, I'm goinna uncuff your hands for ya. When I do that, you're not going try anything, right?" He brought out the keys to her handcuffs and unlocked her hands.