The guy was clearly some kind of weirdo. Possibly a psychopath. Amber had met her fair share of weirdos in prison and had learned several ways of dealing with them. One was to run like fuck, but that was probably not an option here. After all, she didn't have transport and the guy looked like he could probably catch her. Another way was to let them do what they wanted and hope someone intervened. But that way was fraught with all sorts of dangers. Or you could stand up to them, teach them who was boss. That had worked in school, and had worked with some of the weirdos in the nick. What had worked best was letting the real bitches in the place know that if one of them wanted her, all they had to do was promise to protect her from the others. Mary McClusky had been more than happy to have Amber in her bunk in exchange for letting it be known that Amber was her property.<br/><br/>But that wasn't an option here either.<br/><br/>She was reaching for the one option she did have when the big black Jap ORV pulled up with a shower of gravel, and a big bloke with the sort face that said he probably shouldn't be driving, unfolded himself from it. Amber used the distraction to step away from the hand that was reaching for her hair, and pull the palm sized taser from her jacket pocket. She'd worked on it and it now delivered the same shock as one twice it's size, more than enough to put the weirdo with the hair fetish to sleep. But fortunately she didn't have to. Just as he was turning towards her again, the door behind her opened.<br/><br/>The elderly retainer invited them in and she stepped through the door, then to one side, allowing the others to go ahead. One thing sje had learned early was never to let a potential threat out of her sight.