Laughing, Anderson knelt next to Dredd. His hands had been bound behind his back, and his feet tied to the legs of a chair.

"Remind me how you got into this position again?" her question was met with a displeased grunt, which could only mean he did not want to talk about it…right now at least. She would pester him for details later, when they weren't pressured for time.

Once Dredd's hands were free Anderson moved onto his feet, kneeling before him with her head bowed and concentrating on the metal alloy bonds. Whoever had set him up like this really didn't want him getting loose.

She glanced up and thought she could see a hint of a blush on his cheeks. Why on earth would he be blushing? No, hes probably just overheating….but its not that hot in here.

"You okay?" Anderson asked when she had finally freed him.

Dredd nearly lept out of the chair and out the door, throwing a hasty "Peachy keen" over his shoulder.

Odd. Very odd.