Ristina knocked the cup over spilling the alcoholic beverage and laughed. "I didn't want to drink it anyways. "<span style="font-style: italic">Damn that didn't work.</span><br/>She stood up and tried to act as if she wasn't expecting an explanation for her capture. It was as if pride had a firm grip on her. There was no way she would allow herself to show weakness even under captivity. The dank and disgusting smell of alchol waved past her nose, and she flinched. She never really liked alcohol because of her nose. "Where too?" Her curiousity if anything was at its peak. Even though she was captive.....she still didn't mind following them. It couldn't hurt yet? She wouldn't resist considering the wicth could probably kill her quickly. While the man seemed to love to talk....That could come in handy...for her ...to findout why they wanted her so bad?