Surprised that she knows who he is he stares at her. Its hard for him to not look at the small knife that she dropped as she leaves. Thinking about how hes going to get over to get the knife and cut himself free distracts him from hearing whatever else she said. With her finally gone he starts to squirm his way across the floor to the dropped knife.

Finally getting to the knife he starts sawing through the ropes tying his hands behind his back. The tip and edge of the short blade sharper then he thought he cant help poking himself and nicking his hands, wrists and arms. Not wanting to really hurt himself he tries to take his time but the blood already coating his hands and arms isnt making it easy.