She heard the woman's voice while she was padding closer and Chloe didn't open her eyes. A hand rested on a tiny bulge in the towel, one that was recognizable easily as her current place to conceal a knife. But, when she heard Lightning, her reaction was to let the hand shift away and smile with mild familiarity.

Her voice took on a faintly sultry quality and her legs rubbed together while she shifted, arching her backs. "They're as bad as that bitch was," she breathed out. "At least they're not choking us. Did you cut your collar free the moment you had a chance?"

One eye opened a fraction. The look she was giving Lightning was not innocent, and she was not hiding her interest. But, did she ever anymore?