"Ain't a kidnapping either way," Eliot said. "I don't want you here anymore'n you wanna be here." He gave her a slow once over, then nodded once and moved to the dresser, putting the gun bits away -- in a lock box -- and pulling out a a cheap, old school flip phone. He tossed it over to her. "If you can't contact 'em, don't hold it against me. Fandom ain't likely to want you wandering off."