Duo turned his head to look behind him as the lid was pulled, rather, yanked off effortlessly from the casket, but his hands still held fast within. He smiled weakly at the woman, nodding towards the wooden stocks that held his wrists.

"T-thanks. Gotta get those off. Couldja?" He took in a deep breath, pulling himself off to his feet. Before, they used a club. What could she do?