Cayden was mostly wiggling for the time being, trying to get the ropes loose enough so that he could slip his fingers out, or at least move his hand. After a few uncomfortable moments of rubbing against the rough surface. “Who has the time to do this?” he muttered, trying to feel for his pocketknife in his pockets. After a few moments, he decided it wasn’t there, and began to try and get his arms free. He honestly didn't think it would have been this hard. He would strangle the person who did this, well, after he could actually use his arms to strangle someone. God knew where that person was, as it appeared everyone was tied, but he didn’t know anyone, which absolutely sucked. Of course, if they didn’t get murdered in the next few hours, he might get to know some of the people he saw. That’s for the future, he told himself, now able to move both his arms, trying to find out how to get the rest of his body freed.