"Don't sound so shocked," she snarled into the wood. In spite of her predicament, the hardly washed table assaulted her nose. More pressing was the caster's attempt to pull her wrists across each other. Knowing that would be the end, she  became extremely non compliant. If the glance sideways was any clue, not only were people not going to help, they were going to make things worse. Her skeptical attitude quickly became loathing; for the humans, the dwarves, everyone in the establishment. But she had no time for hate, not at the moment.<br/><br/>She wasn't aware of the transformation she'd accidentally started, and so she simply assumed her struggles were working. How well for how long she didn't know, but logic had given way to pure reflex and survival. She enjoyed the losing game of her captor, but her heart pounded intently as she knew the game would be up the moment he had help.<br/><br/>She was about to kick upwards before the weight above her began to slacken, then fall away. She rolled off the table in an undignified sprawl, eyes immediately darting to review the changing situation. Peril seemed to change very quickly. Though she wanted to help her new companion that was clearly being molested by the foul orc, she was much more interested in finishing the job. Her foot darted out to give him an extra blow; the jewels were at an awkward angle, but she'd make her own offering before standing up and pulling her outfit together quickly. She made a strange sight with her partial translucence, but she was ready to finish the job with the last assailant still having his way.