Rayna cursed, waiting for the man to turn around and hold her down until the two men behind can catch up. She paused for a moment when he only looked at her, surprised to only find shock in his eyes instead of a predatory leer.  She then noticed his raised fist, and braced herself for him to attack her. She hadn't learned any movie specifically to deflect that, but she could make something up on the spot if he tried to hit her. What he did instead shocked her even more, as he grabbed her arm and held her close to him. She almost stomped on his foot, but stopped herself when she saw the two men from before stop in their tracks.<br/><br/>There is a short confrontation, where the man holding her speaks in a slightly surprising Irish accent, and the two men demand for him to hand her over. Rayna simply waits, observing the situation but not wanting to interfere in fear that she worsen her position. As if it could get much worse, seeing as she was currently being held by one  convict, while two others vied for her.<br/><br/>After a few vague threats, one of the men steps forward. He lunges forward after a snide comment, and Rayna feels the Irishman let go of her. She is so surprised by this, she loses her footing and falls to her knees. By the time she can get up to even think about running off, one of the men is on the ground, and the Irishman is challenging the other. "Men." She muttered, "Always with the sass."<br/><br/>Rayna glances from the Irishman to the man on the ground, observing the blood. While her inner damsel wanted to run for the hills, something stopped her. A few things, actually.  She lunged towards the second man, managing to catch him off guard long enough to knock him to the ground with a knee to the stomach. She leaned over him as he wheezed, knowing she had just a few seconds before he would be able to get back at her. She grabbed the knife from his belt she had noticed a few seconds before she had lunged for him, and silently thanked whatever god made her move fast enough for him not to have pulled it on her in the first 'fight.'<br/><br/>"Leave me alone, or I'll cut something you don't want to lose." She said, glancing to the man's crotch and hoping she looked tougher than she felt. She stood, waiting as the man got up and spit out a sexist slur to maintain what little dignity he had. Then, as she was sure he was leaving, she turned towards the Irishman, knife raised.<br/><br/>"Don't touch me. I know that's probably laughable, considering your experience in here, but just hear me out. I need to have little trouble in here, and you, I'm guessing, could use something. Whether it be better clothes, food, reputation, or..." She paused, "A way out of here? I can help you, if you agree to help me." She hoped that he wasn't armed, and would at least listen to her. She didn't want to have to use the knife, and she didn't want to fight him, seeing as the first man who had tried that was currently either unconscious or dead, lying a few feet away.