Your window squeaking open slowly brought you out of your unconscious. You barely had a moment to even open your eyes and process the noise before a hand suddenly clamps down on your mouth.

“Oh shit— You’re awfully young.” Scaramouche said, getting a good look at you squirming to get his hand away.

He struggled to keep you still as he scooped you up, and struggled more to even place his finger on his ear-comm to let Childe, his mission partner know he had the kid.

“Kid!— Stop!”