Otis: -he just looks at him awkwardly- -mind: . . what am i going to tell mother-?-
"So...what's your name?"
Otis: . . Otis.
"Cool-I'm Amrie...so...what are we gonna do....?"
Otis: no idea . . oh- the best we could for now is come up with an excuse? and maybe escape later in the night. but we'd have to get past the guards . . . -thinking-
"Um-we?"
Otis: if i were to stay here i would only get punished.
"Oh...I-I'm sorry..."
Otis: what for?
"Well-I feel like I'm-partially responsible for this mess-"
