She’d fallen into herself once more, not wanting to hear the same message said for another time. In her years, the questions never changed. The personalities became more confident, more certain, more assertive, but they never deviated from the line of questioning that those before them asked. So, where there was never anything new, never anything that challenged her to think outside her bubble, she remained quiet, subdued, allowing Wryn to handle the influx of questioning from two of the men in the group.<br/><br/>Had it not been for the other gentleman stepping up to her and touching her arm, she’d not have come out of her trance-like state at all; On the contrary, she’d have remained such until she felt Wryn’s presence leave, shifting and pulling her along with it like a magnet across a thin surface.<br/><br/>But, the moment his hand touched down, she jumped, glancing up at him with wide, unseeing eyes. Her lips parted as though to speak, though no sound ever emerged. She was at a loss for words all around, and the strain from merely standing there as her body continued to heal itself was enough to keep her from holding the capacity to be fully coherent and articulate just then. All she wanted to say was that she was fine, that this was a normal thing, and he needn’t worry about her when there were others that could better benefit from his attentions.<br/><br/>…Instead, another voice pulled her attention, this one far louder than the one before…with accusations of rape.<br/><br/>Edmée was surprised her eyes could go wider, gaze bouncing back and forth between the newly heated pair as they went back and forth. “Rape”…By far one of the ugliest words she’d come to learn in her years of immortality. It was certainly ugly prior to her transformation, her servitude, but its true meaning and just what it cost those that it happened to had been unknown to her until she began to watch time pass by. It was only in that time she truly came to detest the word, its meaning, and any associated with it.<br/><br/>Now, for the first time since she was brought into the games…someone was called a rapist. A man, who was touching her, was called a rapist.<br/><br/>There were no words in the English, or French, language that could describe the shock and discomfort she suddenly felt about being around this entire group of people.<br/><br/>Cassius, on the other hand, was thoroughly amused by the display. The moment “rape” came out, and the comparison to “Eric Foreman” was made…he was beside himself. Laughter tumbled from his lips, free and bitter, as he took in the Foreman of their group with new eyes. He didn’t look too bad to him, but he could see the annoyance in the other man’s eyes, the accusers, and it warmed his heart to see everyone getting on so swimmingly. All he could do during the duration of that exchange was laugh, quoting lines from the infamous movie to himself, before interjecting into the conversation.<br/><br/>“Like my unwitting compatriot here, I’m getting no answers that are even remotely satisfactory,” he started, regarding the group (including the newest arrival) with a steely, dark gaze. “So, how about we all just go to our dorms, get wasted, and call it a night? After all, if we’re going to start fighting one another, I want to be thoroughly hungover to give the rest of you a fighting chance; Or to break out of this delusion with some heavy vomiting...Whichever comes first.” A quick glance at Edmeé was given with a wink before returning his eyes to Wryn. When he didn't move right off, he waved a hand in dismissive fashion. “Lead on, then? I’d like to start this drunk thing as soon as possible.”