"He thinks I'm going to run," Clara said congenially to the guard when they left the residence. She figured she should befriend the guards and other employees since clearly, they would be on the lookout for her.
The guard held her securely and replied, "Your Master is doing what he thinks is best to protect you. I'd probably do the same until I had a better handle on the situation." He steered her toward the elevator. "I understand you don't want to be here."
Clara waved her hand dismissively. "I know he's just doing what he thinks is in my best interest, but I'm not going to run of course. What good would that do me?"
The guard, who identified himself as Craig, chuckled. "You wouldn't get far, that's for sure! The local police have all been made aware of your circumstances, and you'd j
