Michael could afford to stall a little bit longer. His task complete, he took his now free prosthetic arm and grabbed her shoulder in a seemingly iron grip, pressing the barrel of his blaster against Caroline's head slightly harder. Subtly, he squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "[b]Oh yeah? Tell me why she's so important... 'cause like you said, I don't know her. She means nothing to me. Why should I save her?[/b]" He flicked a switch on the blaster, and tightened his grip on the trigger, though not yet pulling it. Escalating the situation would work into his hand... hopefully.