Alyson's words fired back at Flynn and it caught him off guard. He was normally the one in charge and he didn't like the role reversal. As she strode forward, yelling at him, he found himself taking a few steps back. She flashed a knife at his throat, cutting him slightly. Before he could react and attempt the take the knife from her, she had walked away. He slumped back against the wall and let the blood trickle down his neck a little before wiping it away. He inhaled and exhaled a few times. He wouldn't get anywhere by losing his cool. He wiped more of the blood from his neck. The cut had stopped bleeding, but it would probably leave a scar. He scoffed a little to himself. "Captured by women." He thought. If he got out of here it would be a hell of a story. 

He watched as Alyson moved her chair a little closer to the cell. As she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, he began to realize why she was so successful at being a criminal. A pretty, young, innocent looking girl would never be the prime suspect as a criminal leader. He laughed a little to himself. Hell, he couldn't even believe it at first. She got up from her chair and approached the cell. She asked him if he was hungry. He looked at her from his sitting position and smirked: "Seeing as your little friend kneed the shit out of my stomach, I think I'm good." He tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

He sighed loudly. He always had some type of plan or solution for everything. This time, though, he didn't. The top right corner of the cell door may give way with enough force over time, but it wasn't a sure thing. He tilted his head forward and opened his eyes. Alyson was still standing at the cell door looking at him. He didn't know why, but he felt bad for being so short with her. "Look." Flynn groaned, propping his arm on his knee. "Thank you for the offer of food, but no thanks. Did you teach that girl how to fight? Cause she's actually quite good." He smirked despite his pain. He figured he might as well get comfortable. Since he had no idea how long he'd be there or what she planned on doing with him. If she was planning on killing him, he'd at least not hurry it along by being a dick.