Flynn caught the towel. With a gruff "Thanks" he proceeded to dry himself off. He scoffed at her "spoil the prisoner joke" joke and started to get dressed. He felt a million times better after that shower, as brief as it was. He watched as Alyson went over to the table and grabbed two bowls. She brought them over and sat down in front of the bars. She joked that she just might not give him the cereal. Flynn looked at her as she sat down. In her attempts to tease him she had sat close enough to the bars where he could reach her. He could just walk over there, reach his hand out and grab her. Pull her close to the bars and make her open his cell. Either that or kill her, and use whatever she had on her to get out of here.

All these idea flashed through his head. She held one of the bowls and playfully teased him, asking if he was hungry. "Just do it. One quick motion and she's in your control. You'll be able to get out of here and collect the bounty. It did say alive OR dead." His inner dialogue started. He sighed heavily to himself as these thoughts flashed through his head. He walked over to the door in front of Alyson, and sat down. He leaned sideways against the edge of the door and turned to Alyson. "You're really funny you know. I am hungry." He looked at her and smirked despite the situation.

He beat himself up mentally for not taking possibly the only opportunity he may have had to get out of here. He chalked it up to mental exhaustion. He would have never let such a golden opportunity like that pass him up before. Maybe he was losing his edge. Maybe he was getting told old too keep fighting all the time. As he thought these things he looked at Alyson and another thought entered his mind. Maybe, he wasn't losing it at all. Perhaps he just finally understood someone and felt a slight connection. He shook his head. Didn't matter the reason now. He had lost a possible chance at escape. Luckily for him, he still had his original escape plan. So he took comfort in that.