A Filthy Riverside Alley

Featureless pink spheres wordlessly stare back at the fox woman. At least...that's probably what they're doing. Hard to be sure, without any sort of pupils or irises in the Tetragrammatok's eyes. Do they function as human eyes do, or take in everything all at once instead? The stranger blinks, silently contemplating her options.

"No. Someone bound my wrists together," the young woman answers plainly, simply stating the obvious, her tone carrying with it no pleading for help, nor the expectation that she'll receive any. She takes a deep breath, rattling the cuffs as her wrists push and pull against their bindings once more. If she keeps this up for much longer she's likely to draw blood, and she won't be any closer to slipping her wrists out of those binds.