"Hey," he greeted as she came to and opened her eyes. "How ya feeling?"

She stretched a little, and opened her mouth to force a yawn and stretch her jaw as well, "Ok, I think. Little headache but not bad. Aspirin helped I think." She looked up at him. "Can I get up? I mean can you let me up? I'd like to go freshen up a bit and get up for a while if I'm allowed." Zia wasn't entirely sure why she was being so polite about it, other than that Phil had done nothing but take care of her, and in more ways than one.

He reached to unsecure the floorboard bolt. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to, but if you promise you'll behave, do you want me to take off the ankle restraints, you know, so you can get cleaned up a little easier?"

"That would be great, please."

"I swear if you try anything…"

"I won't," she agreed.

"Ken would have my head if I lost you 'cause I was trying to be nice."

"I'm not going anywhere that doesn't involve you," she added.

"Ok."

"Do you think there's anyway they'd get me a coffee?" she questioned.

"I'll ask. How do you take it?"

"Cream and sugar."

"Hmm. Sweet just like you."

Normally Zia would have rolled her eyes. Coming from Phil, she merely flashed him a sweet smile.

She was gone a few minutes. Phil could hear water running. He stuck his head out in the hall to see Peters and another man he didn't think he'd met yet. "Peters?"

"Yeah, what do you need? Ya sure you can trust her to take the shackles off?"

"Isn't the point to get her to come around to all this?" he shot back.

"Just be careful. If she makes another run for it, Ken will take it out of your ass."

"And ours," the other man added as he watched the video feed. "Jones," the man added, "Welcome, nice to meet you Daniels."

"Jones," Phil greeted. "Any chance of getting her a coffee, cream and sugar?"

"Already on the way," he responded. "Eyes and ears you know. Congrats by the way. Seems like you're making progress."

Phil wasn't sure how to respond.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted one, but we did, so they're sending up a whole tray," Jones stated.

"Ok, and thanks."

Ten minutes later, Phil was setting up scrabble on the table next to two coffees, as Zia came out of the bath. She had changed into jeans, her shirt was the same, likely due to not much option with the cuffs still in place. "Did you need to change your shirt?" Phil asked.

"This one's fine for now, thanks," she answered. "What's this?" she asked.

"Scrabble. You play?"

"I have, yeah."

"Sit," he directed. She did as she was asked, and Phil re-attached the chain connecting her wrists to the table bolt.

"I was hoping we were getting past this," she stated with a pout.

"I've got you in half the amount of restraints," he argued, "when I probably wasn't even supposed to do that."

"Yeah, ok," she conceded.

He sat down across from her and passed her the small bowl of bread. "Here, eat some of this before you start the coffee. You should get something in your stomach first. Dinner's on the way and heard there's a surprise for you."

"Steak tips?' she asked hopefully.

"If I tell you that, then it won't be a surprise."

Zia broke off a few pieces of the bread and ate as Phil finished setting up the board game. A few sips of coffee later and she was starting to feel more human. Halfway through their first game, she realized Phil was smarter than she thought. If she didn't watch it, he was going to kick her ass.

Phil was figuring out his best option for maximizing points with the Q and U he had been fortunate enough to pull from the bag, when he felt Zia's bare foot trail up his pantleg. He raised an eyebrow at her. "You sure you want to play dirty?" he asked.

"Maybe?" she responded.

"Before you keep going," he cautioned, "you might want to remember that you are already shackled to the table, and I have a whole bag of equipment right over there that will make making you squirm a piece of cake." He paused to let her contemplate. "So, maybe now is not the time to try and play footsie," he suggested, more wanting her than not, to keep going.

"Well, maybe after supper," she conceded as she slid her foot back under her side of the table. "I am hungry you know," she said, figuring he'd more than get her double meaning.

Dinner arrived and they continued to play. Zia's steak tips were just as good, if not better, than the first bite Phil had shared with her at lunch. They were working on their third game, (Zia had promised herself that she was going to win this one), when there came a light rap on the door. Owen poked his head into the room with his trademark easy going smile.