Sara raised an eye brow as Quinn approached making the introductions. Well sort of. At least he was starting a conversation. She didn’t blame Neena on her conversation but the manipulative, thieving, curious side of Sara had perked an interest.

She began taking up the work of drying out the wet cloths using the laundry mangle. As she spoke her voice had taken on a much cooler tone then Neena’s sudden attitude. Almost a taunting tease to her question. “Exactly why would a guard of this godforsaken place need the help from her?” Her amber eyes flicked in his direction before going back to her work. Ever the wannabe opportunist. “And what would you have to offer for Neena obviously risking something for you in the chance that other’s found out, mutants and guards alike?” Notice Sara wasn’t including herself in this scenario. At least not yet.

Quinn paced around Neena casually "The way I see it you need me more then I need you." He said "I have the ability to bring supplies or information in, or of course I could just kill you." he siad, in a flash he had his pistol out and pointed at the back of Neena's head, the silencer brushing against her hair, "This is not a proposal, I want information that you have, and I have gone through a good amount of trouble to obtain it."

“Exactly why would a guard of this godforsaken place need the help from her? And what would you have to offer for Neena obviously risking something for you in the chance that other’s found out, mutants and guards alike?”

Neena raised one eyebrow slightly as she glanced at Sara. Many, many different things could be read into those questions....

"Word of warning, Sara. Never trust a scorpion," she said softly, not angrily, but still warning.

"The way I see it you need me more then I need you."

Neena snorted. "Considering I don't need or want anything from you, then I guess the next step is you vanishing. Buh bye."

"I have the ability to bring supplies or information in, or of course I could just kill you." She felt something at the back of her head, but didn't bother to turn and see what it was. She didn't care.

"This is not a proposal, I want information that you have, and I have gone through a good amount of trouble to obtain it."

"Well then, you're up a creek with no paddle, aren't ya?" Abruptly she stood up and turned to face him. Her eyes crossed slightly at the sight of the gun he had trained on her. She smacked it away with the back of her hand. "Get that thing out of my face! If you wanted information you should have thought of that before tazing and tranking me, then dumping me in the laps of those Registration clowns! It would have saved you that 'good amount of trouble'. Traitor!" She turned to go back to work, but halted and turned back to him.

"And do not threaten me. Threats don't work on me. They never have and they never will, got it?"

She went back to the water and plopped down to begin washing again, mainly to give her hands something to do rather than attempt to claw out his voicebox.

"And you didn't answer her question, either," she added petulantly, rather like a babysitter scolding a toddler.

"So threats don't work on you, seems threatening your life doesn't bother you." He said with a smile "I wonder how careless you are with other people's lives." He said pointing the gun at Sarah. "Neither of you move, trust me your not fast enough if you tried." Once he was confident neither would try something tricky he spoke again "I do not care about her life, so don't think I won't do it." he said, he was telling the truth, it wouldn't be the first time he killed someone to get the job done. "Now tell me Neena, can you live with her death on your conscience? you may have no fear, but I still don't think you want to see an innocent person die, all I need from you is information, and then I will be on my way."

"Word of warning, Sara. Never trust a scorpion,"

“I never said anything about trust.” Offer on the other hand. There was many things he could do with out knowing it. For one thing just thinking he had them. Maybe even screw with his head.

Then the gun came out. Stupid human. Sara casually folded the shirt she’d just put through the mangle. The mangle wasn’t that far away from where Neena was. Sara was well within arms reach, as the mangle had to drain back into the pool when being used and Sara was grabbing the wet garments from Neena. Not the smartest place for someone to be making threats.

"I do not care about her life, so don't think I won't do it. Now tell me Neena, can you live with her death on your conscience? you may have no fear, but I still don't think you want to see an innocent person die, all I need from you is information, and then I will be on my way."

Sara turned her head. “If you shoot me, you’d better hit my head.” She warned. Again this wasn’t a strategy that worked much on her either but this also depended on Neena. “and don’t act like you know me that well. I’m not all that innocent. You might even do me a favor.” She turned her head from her work to look at the gun, then let her gaze meet his eye.

"So threats don't work on you, seems threatening your life doesn't bother you. I wonder how careless you are with other people's lives."

Neena stood up and turned to glare at him, fists clenched. She was becoming seriously ticked off.

"Neither of you move, trust me your not fast enough if you tried. I do not care about her life, so don't think I won't do it. Now tell me Neena, can you live with her death on your conscience? You may have no fear, but I still don't think you want to see an innocent person die, all I need from you is information, and then I will be on my way.""

A brief flash of sadness passed over her eyes, but vanished as quickly as steam, to be replaced by a hard expression.

"Obviously you don't know much about me." Her voice was low, and ice cold. "If you're petty threats don't scare me, what make you think a threat to someone else will?" Yes, it was a bluff; Neena cared very much about others. However the advantage to being incapable of fear was that no one else could ever tell if you were bluffing or not....

“If you shoot me, you’d better hit my head,” Sara spoke up. It didn't sound as if she took kindly to being targeted either. “And don’t act like you know me that well. I’m not all that innocent. You might even do me a favor.”

Neena allowed herself a small smirk. "Sorry James. Looks like you've got a problem. It's always risky to push someone who has nothing to lose!" On the last word she lunged at him.

Appearances aside, the move was actually thought out. From previous experience she knew he was faster than normal; she actually still believed he was a mutant with enhanced reflexes, not human. So rather than simply lunge, she aimed for his waist, and twisted mid-charge. If he shot Sara first, she would take him down. Sara, hopefully, would be able to move and avoid a fatal shot, and heal. Hopefully. Neena doubted it would be a pleasant experience, nor would Sara trust her afterwards, more than likely.

If he aimed at her first, he wouldn't be able to get a clear shot at anything vital before she rammed him. Plus, if he really needed information from her that badly, he wouldn't risk a fatal shot. That would give Sara a chance to either get out of harm's way or join in the tussle. Again, Neena would prefer the former, but expected the latter.

It was a bad situation no matter what happened, and the odds of either of them walking away without injury were slim. Hopefully the odds of either of them walking away, period, were a bit higher.....

This is the reason some of Neena's students called her 'Lady Insane'....

Upon seeing Neena attack, Quinn opened fire, two bullets left the barrel of his gun before Neena hit him, both heading for both her knee caps, it was not lethal, at least for a healer, but it would keep her from standing. He stuck his leg back to brace for Neena, getting hit he was surprised by her power, the force of the hit slid him backwards across the ground for a few feet, but he managed to catch himself and try to use Neena's own momentum to throw her over him.

"Sorry James. Looks like you've got a problem. It's always risky to push someone who has nothing to lose!"

Sara flashed a smile at Quinn, just before Neena took action. That was the most of a warning Sara had gotten, like a trumpet for a horse raise, the sound of the shot gun set Sara in motion. Too bad the first shot found it’s mark.

Gahhh! First bullet bit in deep. She hadn’t even known if it had gone through. She took to action, pushing forward with her good leg onto her hands. Only being grazed by the second bullet. Using her hands as a pivot point, her leg whipped around aimed for the backs of Quinn’s knees. Using her speed and momentum.

"If you grab the ears of a dog, do not let go. Either the dog will kill you, or you will kill the dog. Either way, do NOT let go."

That's what Neena's grandfather had told her. After he told her how stupid it was to grab a dog's ears in the first place, naturally. She had conveniently ignored that part. Naturally.

Oddly enough, the advice also seemed to work with close combat situations. So that's what she did when Quinn caught and attempted to throw her over. She clasped her wrists behind his back and did not let go.

It cut down on her weaponry considerably, however. She tried to shift her body weight sideways, to throw both of them to the ground, but her positioning was rather awkward. Squeezing her grip tighter she also attempted to ram the top of her head into his chin.

Her glasses flew off to one side, leaving her essentially unable to see clearly. Of course, as she was already seeing red, as the phrase went, it was a moot point.

Quinn's legs were taken out from under him, causing him too lose his pistol into the lake, as he fell he pulled his knife out, and jammed down at werecat's leg, with his other hand he reached up for Neena's neck, her head butt hit him in the chin, but he managed to turn his head as it hit, reducing the power of the blow. He hoped by grabbing her neck, he could choke her into letting go.

He knew if he could take out one of them, the other would fall easily, the biggest problem was any stalkers coming in to stop them, they would probably side with Quinn, but if they interfered he would not be able to interrogate Neena, and that is something Quinn could not let happen.

She landed, instantly sucking in air when the electricity of her cuff kicked in. She didn’t care this time. The bloody thing could shock her all it wanted. She’d landed with her weight on her good leg, the other one forward when the knife came. He was trying to maim her movement. Not a bad plan. She went to pull her leg back, grabbing for the handle of the knife at the same time. Resulting in a slash across her calf muscle.

Stubborn will kicked in when she saw Quinn grabbing for Neena’s neck. She pushed forward with her good leg and sliding her elbow sideways in an attempt to ram the point of her arm across his head. The same side movement, brought the hand on the same arm to his neck and she tried grabbing his neck. She didn’t have the sharp tips of her claws to dig into his neck but that wouldn’t matter if she would twist the knife from his hand.

(OOC: Hope I'm not godmodding; let me know if I need to change it.)

A string of native curses was quickly cut short as they hit the ground and James grabbed Neena's throat, pushing back. Still, she refused to let go with her hands. Instead she resorted to her feet, now that he was no longer standing and the gun issue was handled. She couldn't see the knife, nor his face; one eye was closed against the glare of the sun, while the other squinted. Definitely not an ideal fighting stance. She hoped Sara was faring better than she was.

She squeezed, digging her elbows into his ribs in a painful bearhug. At the same time she twisted her head sideways, and bent her head forward, to keep him from keeping a firm grip and to allow her a bit more time.

"Double-crossing, snake-tongued, lower-than-a-slug, sloth-faced, hippo-filth, jackal-borne, crocodile bait!" Loosly translated and cleaned up, the English version was much more colorful and entertaining.

Perhaps if she would have ceased insulting the animal kingdom, she might have bought even more time.....

Quinn stood up, carrying Neena as he did, she started digging her elbows into his ribs which caused to squeeze her throat tighter "I did it to keep all of you protected, if it wasn't for me some of your friends may have died!." he said angrily as he felt Sarah grab his throat, he was able to pull his knife away though, and twisted his body so he could see Sarah better, he reached the knife up and pressed it against her throat. "I can protect you and your friends here, all I ask for in return is information, you say you don't need my help but what of the others? the younger prisoners stuck here?"

(Quinn if I need to change this tell me. I will)

"Double-crossing, snake-tongued, lower-than-a-slug, sloth-faced, hippo-filth, jackal-borne, crocodile bait!"

That had to be the most interesting line of what ever Sara had ever heard. Getting back up was shaky for Sara. She was still being shocked by that annoying cuff. Making the corners of her eyes flinch. Still she was glaring right at Quinn.

She didn’t get the knife but her other hand did find it’s mark. His throat where she was sure to get a good grip. Pushing what was left of her claws out enough to irritate his skin. It was true the hooks to her claws were gone, but she could still use them to drive into flesh if she needed to. Otherwise her threat earlier in the water wouldn’t of held any weight.

"I did it to keep all of you protected, if it wasn't for me some of your friends may have died!."

She adjusted her footing trying to put proper weight on the torn up limb. Between the knee and the calf it wanted to tremble and the blood flow from the wounds was just now starting to slow down. Not before leaving a long red streak heading for her foot. “Oh yes. This definitely seems like protecting someone.”

The knife made a reappearance and came to Sara’s throat. She didn’t back down. Not yet anyways. It was up to Neena as far as she was concerned. Still she didn’t like the knife at her throat.

"I can protect you and your friends here, all I ask for in return is information, you say you don't need my help but what of the others? the younger prisoners stuck here?"

What a lie. And the worst part is he sounded like he believed himself. Sara’s head snapped sideways without warning, aiming to sink her longer, sharper, teeth in the hand holding the knife to her throat. Then in the same move, pulling his hand forward so the knife wasn’t threatening her throat anymore. If she was lucky the shocks coursing through her would find their way to him through the bite that she held.

Neena felt her neck crack a little bit as Quinn picked her up; it felt rather nice, since she'd been trying to get that kink out since before lunch.

But back to matters at hand....

She switched holds. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and let go with her arms. One hand she reached her throat and dug in to grab his thumb, and bend it backwards, to get him to release her. In the process, she scratched her neck, making it bleed a bit. She shoved the heel of her other hand into his face, trying to break, or at least hit, his nose.

"If you wanted to help you should have done it back when the Mansion was being destroyed!" she gasped out. "Or tried to get the little ones out, while the rest of us fought! You're help just changed them from targets in a gun sight to targets in perverts and sadists sights! You tell me which is worse!"

By that time stars were beginning to overtake her vision, and it had nothing to do with the sunlight.