Zoya held her wrists out at the invitation, wanting him to take them off as fast as he could, just to get her out of those damn cuffs. She didnt talk, she felt it unnessary at the moment.

Velo twirled the key around on his finger before easily opening the lock on her handcuffs. "There. Fair warning, there aren't any weapons in this room and you can't get out unless I let you out. Best to just nap for now."

Zoya did as she was told -shocker- and layed down on the floor. She didnt like beds or anything else like that so she just got comfortable on the floor.

Velo curled up in his bean bag chair, whipping his phone out to text. He texted at an incredible speed. He was content just relaxing, lazily, like this.

Zoya was in a half in, half out state, aware of everything yet unaware. Its how she worked.

Velo texted like this for a while. Then, he scowled and made an odd sound--a mix between a huff and a growl. "Ahhh, come on. I don't want to go...it's like babysitting..." he grumbled, as he texted back.

Zoya looked at him. "If I'm a burden...." she stated simply.

"Oh, no. My twin brother wants me to come babysit our little brother. They live alone, in the area around here. I don't get along with my brother," Velo explained, amused. "We fight. I'm a little too carefree and obnoxious for his liking."

"Ah." she stated simply, not really caring. But it was amuzing. "Yin and yang apparently." she said to herself.

"Pfff. He's the yang. You would probably get along with him," Velo hummed. "Just don't get on his nerves, or he'll never look at you the same way again. I swear, he acts like he's a ninety year-old woman with a grudge against the world and a giant bible in his hands."

Zoya looked up at him. "We would not get along." she stated simply.

"He's difficult to get along with. I think you would, though. Trust me on that. Maybe you'd like my little brother more." Velo paused. "Wanna meet 'em? I can compromise with my brother, and they can both come here."

"No." she stated firmly. Zoya didnt wish to meet any other Americans.

"Pff. I think it'll be good for you," Velo huffed. "We aren't all awful. I've got quite a few friends that would prove you wrong in that department."

"Good." Zoya snapped, already sick of him again.

"Aw, come on." Velo sighed, scratching his head. "Listen. You're in America, and you're not being tortured. No one is here to see you. You might as well try to enjoy it, all right? Try new things, have fun..."

"Sorry. Not that type of terrorist." she stated simply, rolling from her back to her side, her back facing him. She couldnt believe he was trying to make her meet his brother and a brat. Zoya didnt think so.

Velo frowned, then grinned. "Heh. Hey. If you come with me to meet my brothers, I'll see if we can't get you your own room," he bribed.

"I'm fine on the floor," she stated simply, rolling her eyes. If he was going to bribe her - he was gonna have to do a much better job at it.

Velo leaned forward and smiled, looking pleased. "Aw, come on. Please? You'll have fun, I promise..." he pleaded, softly.

"Go visit him then. I am fine here on my own." Zoya said bluntly, although she refused to entertain the very idea that visiting a family in America when she was supposed to be blowing things up and killing people would be fun. That was American's idea of fun...? Wow.

"I can't leave you alone, unfortunately. I'll get in trouble. Besides, I'm sure the little one wants to ask you all about your 'adventures.' He's a little too curious for his own good," Velo admitted, scratching his head. "Ah-ha..."

Zoya looked at him, laying back on her back. "Should I tell him about all the things I blew up?" she asked, smiling quite evily. That would stop his curiousity dead.

Velo didn't seem fazed, in the least. "Oh, hang on a moment..." Velo began to dial his phone. He waited a moment, and then scowled once a semi-deep voice answered. "Rand. I want to talk to Wand." His voice was curt, bitter. That completely changed once a smaller, lighter voice could be heard.

"Wand? Hey. I'm in charge of a Russian terrorist at work. Do you want to hear her stories, and about stuff she blew up?"

The little voice on the other end sounded quite excited.

Zoya slapped her forehead with both of her hands. "О дорогой бог, пожалуйста убейте меня теперь и cэкономите меня неприятность!" she growled to herself.

(Oh dear god, please kill me now and save me the trouble!)