"It varies.  A few hours, in this case, most likely."

"Then I'm not clear on why you're bothering to tie her up?"

"For the cases which aren't the most likely."  She takes a blanket from the couch and wraps it around Haru's shoulders, then - hugs him.

Haru, who is very insane, leans into his kidnapper's hug. "Is it cold out? I've been staying in."

"Moreso than yesterday."  She's not a very good hugger.  "I apologize for the inconvenience."

"My magical brain damage wants me to say something conciliatory about how you're just doing your job, or something, but unfortunately I have no idea why you have this job so I don't know what would be the thing to say about that. Are we going to be in transit long enough that I should bring a change of clothes? Snacks?"

"Sorry though I am, I am not quite foolish enough to allow you to bring objects of your choosing."  Instead of letting go of the hug she adjusts her grip and slings him over her shoulder.

"Yeah I guess that stands to reason. Why are random women strong enough to carry me in this universe, is this more pharmacological divergence or something or do you just lift a shitton."

"I am not remotely random."  Out the front door they go.  (She hasn't put shoes on him.)

"I got that. What did she recognize you from? Like, is this a universe where professional kidnappers are celebrities whose faces appear on billboards, that would be weird."

"I have been occasionally newsworthy."  Walk walk.  She heads around to the side of the house.

"Recognizably? I'd expect that to be a liability in your line of work. I guess once you have enough recognition it gets things like the people you're trying to kidnap not resisting very hard because resistance is futile. Borg-style."

"...'Borg-style'?"

"There's a television series - I don't know if this universe has it but it might - it's sci-fi, and there's a race of conquering contagious cyborgs who go around saying 'resistance is futile, you will be assimilated'. Their spaceships are shaped like cubes and stuff," Haru chirps. He's not going to scream, or anything, considering, but is anyone going to notice that someone is carrying a tied-up teenager here?

They are surrounded on all sides by woods!  Svetka walks off into them.  "I don't know that one.  Though I don't consume much fiction."

"I imagine the life of a famous professional kidnapper is very action packed. Maybe with airplane rides between kidnappings. But perhaps that's when you sleep."

"The majority of the jobs I do aren't kidnappings."

"Oh, what else do you do?"

"The publicly-known ones are mostly sabotage, assassinations, intelligence gathering... some thieving, occasionally..."

"You know, in my universe there's hardly any sabotage. Also serial assassins and functional spies and thieves do not become famous, especially not with their faces attached."

"Why not?  Do you just have worse disguise technology?"

"Yeah, I guess? Like there's... makeup and stuff... but it's not going to fool top of the line facial recognition once they know what face to be looking for."

"Ah.  I am famous with my face attached, but occasionally there is another face attached to mine."

"What, like, surgically, or like a really good mask?"

"A synthetic prosthetic, yes.  Just glue, no stitches."