This is not how Kidd wanted his day to end-- trapped in a cell neither of you could escape, after agreeing to an alliance neither of you wanted. The cell itself was cramped to say the least, Kidd himself and you nearly touching shoulders because of the size.

You are about the last person Kidd wants to be around. This stubborn, mangey, rat faced wench. if you had've just listened, we wouldn't be in this fucking position. Kidd spares you a glance, glaring at the way you're staring at the wall opposite of the cell. If you had've been looking at me in the first place, we wouldn't be here, he thinks, scowling as he crosses his arms.

He seems to notice when you look over at him, and shoots you a glare directly this time. "This is your fault."