As she snapped her head back, Fossil caught Anastasia's eye, and saw her plan. It was simple but clear. Though testosterone and bravado filled the air, the princess, who Fossil believed she should hate, seemed to have the only really logical plan. A head on fight with an inquisitor and all the soldiers racing to the confrontation seemed suicide. But Fossil was ready to run. Her feet itched with desperation to sprint. And the princess (the enemy?) would have to be her partner. Well, things were more desperate than ever now. As long as she headbutted the inquisitor hard enough, Fossil was pretty sure she'd have a chance to join the princess. Then she'd get the princess in contact with an abolitionist group so she could have another chance at life and Fossil would be on her merry way. A millisecond before contact, Nadya's radiant smile flashed in Fossils mind. Whatever happens now, she though, I have to make it. I have to make it back for Nadya.