"I—I guess not." She tried to smile. "Only my dignity."
"I got us into a pretty bad mess."
"It wasn't your fault."
"I don't know who's else it was."
Jean strained at her bonds. "They could have at least taken these things off our wrists."
"We can do it ourselves."
"That guard out there—he's leering in. Maybe we'd better wait until he leaves."
"Maybe he won't leave. Anyhow—I don't think they care whether we take them off or not."
They stood back to back while Rex worked on the thongs binding Jean. The knots were stubborn but they finally gave, the guard outside watching the process with amusement.
Jean got Rex's wrist free quickly and they sat down on the edge of the single bunk and rubbed their wrists. "Well," Jean said, "where do we go from here?"