Itachi stood and stared, the gears in his head working double time. This could either go very well, or very, very badly. After a moment, his eyes closed, and he took a deep breath.
What a situation this was.
"So...lemme ge' this straight. Yer basically stuck wit' me now, an' there's nothin' ya can do about it, leastwise no' right now."
He opened his eyes, and turned toward Essyrn - night was rapidly falling, and he could see the lights in the distance.
"Now...I usually don' min' havin' a pretty bird like yerself followin' me aroun'...but somethin' tells me tha'....this partnership of sorts is gonna be slightly caustic, yeah? So....here's me idea. A proposition o' sorts."
He turned back to face her, jade eyes gleaming as the setting sun shined on his face. "We 'ead towards Essyrn, get us a couplea 'orses an' a fuckin' wagon, resupply, an' 'ead back north. There's no fuckin' way we'd be gettin' outta th' desert with one fuckin' waterskin."
He walked toward her, grinning all the while, and leveled a pointed finger at her face. "We go ta yer Seren-fuckin'-dipity and fin' someone ta undo this li'l situation of ours, an' we both go on our merry fuckin' ways. Sound good, bird? Oh, an' I s'pose I can't keep callin' ya that."
He lowered his hand, and mock bowed to her. "Th' names Itachi. Mos' wanted man in Adela, an' bandit extraordinaire. Charmed, I'm sure. So, then. Wha's the name o' the spitfire I'll be walkin' next ta fer the foreseeable future, eh?"