<span style="font-family:Arapey"><span style="font-size: 15px">Allison reached out to snatch his wrists, holding his hands firmly in place. She shook her head and sighed. "No, I-" she broke off, not entirely sure what she was trying to say. "I want to help. I really do. I just- it caught me off guard a bit... I guess. I mean, a servant is a lot different from a guest." It was an entirely different connotation too. Would wearing the mark of a servant still afford her the same freedoms of a guest aboard this ship? Would his colleagues still treat her as a guest rather than a servant. She didn't understand his people whatsoever, didn't know any of his customs. She had to remember that this was a learning experience as much for him as it was for her. <br/>
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Slowly, she reached out to grab the metal bands, taking two and giving them a long, considering look. They didn't look like anything special. They looked to be simply what they were: simple, metal bands of some sort of lightweight metal alloy. <i>It can't be as bad as I'm picturing</i>, she told herself. This whole situation just had her largely on edge. She snapped first one bracelet around her wrist and then the other, extending her hands for the other two to lock around her ankles. "Is that okay, then?" She asked once she was finished.</span></span>