Piecing together what was going on in her kidnapper's mind was an impossible task. She couldn't read the man at all; she figured, for sure, that he'd only become more angry at her for chipping the glass. Instead, he seemed irate at best. It was a relief for her of course, but his reaction left her puzzled. She decided it was in her best interest to stay put when he left the room, regardless of how badly she wanted to escape. If she couldn't make it last time, with the door open and more able-bodied than she was currently, than it would be impossible for her to escape now. So instead, she sat in the dark room, face cradled between her knees, and allowed a handful of stray tears to drip down her cheeks. How had things come to this...?
Maki's ears perked up when she heard the man return, and she lifted her head to look at the door. He kidnapped her, he drugged her, he tied her up, he yelled at her, he grabbed her chin, but he also... untied her, bought her tea, and now clothes as well. She wouldn't refuse the man's twisted acts of kindness, but such actions only left her with more questions.
She nodded at his words and took the clothes from his hands, muttering a, "Thank you," in response. Maki made quick work of changing her clothes, afraid that the man would walk in on her half-dressed figure. Each brush of the fabric against her skin made her wince, but it was something she had to bear, lest she wanted to freeze when her own clothes cooled. Finally, she gathered her discarded clothes and placed them just outside the dooryway. Her hand stayed gripped to her shirt collar the entire time, as the baggy cloth hung dangerously low on her chest. "I-I'm done changing," she said hesitantly.