Smack went the back of Warden's left hand across Cara's cheek. If the two guards didn't restrain her, she should've clawed his eyes out.
"You were post to warn me," cupping under her jaw, "when Adam Taurus was going to escape with the Count."
Focusing her hate filled eyes on the Warden, "He didn't talk in his sleep."
Brushing her face away, "I see," turning his back to her, "Gentlemen, reminder don't scare up her face," walking away.
"Kerry! Miles!" got replaced by ripping of clothes and unzipping of pants which always upset the Warden's weak stomach.
Pushing the call button, wait for the message. Now the beep.
"Hey yeah, Weiss. This is Jaune. I was wondering did you get my message. I'm guessing you didn't since you didn't return my call. Maybe you walked into a dead zone or something since the Tower couldn't be messing up. I mean there's no way you would get my message and not call me back. Right, I mean that's…that would be rude. That's ridiculous. You're definitely not…you know playing my messages to the rest of Team RWBY and laughing…laughing. That's not you, you wouldn't…you know would do that. Right? That's crazy. You're not some heatless, cold…she's a Schnee, isn't she?"
Click
Staring at her scroll, a news report about an explosion at Tartarus may cause a dust shortage or price hikes from the Schnee Dust Company caught her attention. Clicking for further information got interrupted by an incoming call.
"Again," thought Blake reclicking the ignore button, "Why is Jaune calling me?"
Running what seemed at least two hours, they stopped. The Count's laborious breathing meant he wasn't a runner. Adam's steady breathing allowed him to study if they were being followed. No, followers.
Switching his attention to the green flame ball that made their escape possible. On top of its mane of orange hair was a pink bow tied near the back of her head. It had a short curly cowlick that came down to its chin. Figure about fifteen in age with bright green eyes. The irises seemed like a camera shutter. Its light skin covered with freckles.
An off white old-fashioned styled off the shoulder blouse with frill detailed trim and frill flared cuffs covering half of her hands along with copper button detailing on the lower half of her sleeves.
A silver backpack hung on its back. Wonder if that's where it kept its weapons? (She also wore that contained Floating Array, her weapon.)
A short gray pinafore dress with golden trim along the hem. Four light green stalagmite styled stripes, two on the front and two on the back, decorated the lower half of the dress with two matching colored circles above the tips. A detachable black and light green collar around her waist with golden outline.
Attached to its black shoes were a pair of black thigh-high leg pieces with a single green stripe up the sides.
Standing beside this fifteen year old mockery, "Penelope Polendina," said the Count patting her head, "Altas's magical science project. A layer of synthetic skin conceals her metallic structure and spherical joints. Many faunus donated their lives for this miracle of science," studying Adam's glaring right eye, ""Penelope, a sonic ping."
"Yes, Mother Father."
Her eyes flashed green as a high frequency wave emanated from her irises.
"Penelope," said Adam, "How far is the nearest exit?"
No answer.
"Penelope," asked the Count, "How far is the nearest exit?"
"At least," answered Penelope, "two days walk."
Grinning, "She only follows your orders," said Adam.
"Yes, she does."
"You still have an use."
"We all do, Mr. Taurus."