She jerks her hand back, heeding what she takes to be a warning on reflex. Then she feels dumb because he has to be lying to her. "It doesn't look electrical," she objects, eyeballing him and taking in how he is absolutely not writhing around in pain from electrical shocks. When she briefly touched the cords, too, she didn't feel any kind of jolt from them. Frowning, she sits back on her heels and watches him struggle for a minute, absently stroking Biscuit's fur when he insinuates himself under one of her hands.

"...Is it supposed to be a conduit?" she asks hesitantly. That was probably a stupid thing to say. She's probably wrong, he was probably just making fun of her with that electricity comment, and how could something that little and not-metal even be a conduit for electricity anyway, that doesn't make any sense, why did she even say it --

What she's utterly lost sight of in her increasingly self-recriminating train of thought is that she's sitting here watching him try to escape from his accidental bondage without lifting a hand to even attempt to help.