She does...

--Well, does she? Fate Roll: Fate Chart, Very Likely (CF 3): 28 - yes.

Gilia shakes her head. "I have to find my stuff," she says. "Can't leave without it. But then, yes - I'm outta here."

Buttercup shrugs. "You funeral. Or sex slavery, I guess."

Gilia shudders. "Yeah, we're gonna avoid that. But...I can't just leave here empty-handed." She scowls. "The bastard owes me for kidnapping me. And robbing me! He can't get away with that."

She sets out, back into the hallway. Now that she's completely free (if nude) she's able to move a lot faster, and the strange little creature she freed flits along beside her as she pokes around the hallway. "What're you called, anyway?" she asks it. When it just looks at her blankly, she gestures to herself. "I'm Gilia."

"Gilia," it chirps. Clearly intelligent, then... she thinks. But maybe it doesn't have a name?

"What are you called?" Once again, it just looks at her. "I have to call you something...can I call you Monkey?" It tilts its head at her. "Monkey? Do you like that? For you?"

"Monkey!" it exclaims. "Monkey?! Yes! Me Monkey!"

"Haha, all right then," Gilia chuckles. "Let's go, Monkey. See if we can find my stuff." She peers down the hallway. It doesn't seem to go much farther...