Chel sighed, drumming her fingers against her leg. Well, drumming the fingers of her left hand along her left leg. Her right hand was currently held up in the air and a few feet to Chel's left. She gave it another shake, mostly to restore feeling in her tingling fingers. Not surprisingly, the handcuffs holding her there didn't break.
"They just don't make them like they used to,' murmured Chel, turning to look at the metal holding her wrist up. The cuffs had actually been there for some time, and she was starting to worry about the condition of her hand and wrist. She sort of needed those if she was going to keep doing what she was doing.
Chel sighed, shifting her legs, even stretching slightly. It could be worse, she supposed. She was still fully clothed, and she was in a fairly well trafficked area. She didn't want to think about why nobody had come up to her so far. Chel sighed, reaching up with her spare hand to jiggle the handcuffs again.
Well, she supposed there were still other options. "Anybody got a hairpin?' she asked, turning to see if anyone who cared was within ear shot. "Or better yet, a pair of handcuff keys?"