She's innocent, untie her.

You reach over, and begin untying the bonds around her arms. She's silent, but continues giving you a foul look the entire time.

The second she's loose, she scoots away from you a few inches, hurriedly pulls her pants back up, and then reaches behind her head to unclasp the bra you used as a gag, and puts it back over her boobs.

"I'm not always an asshole." You remark as you fling her jacket over to her, which she starts putting on as quickly as humanly possible.

"Yes you are."

"Okay, most of the time."

She pushes you against the shoulder, a soft petulant little shove.

"All the time." She starts walking away. "Look, I don't have anything to do with this. Just leave me be."

You put a hand on your hip and watch her go, walking at a brisk pace, until after a few seconds you finally reply, "no promises!"

Sayza gives you a stinkeye over her shoulder, and quickly passes a corner.