She felt rather than saw herself being picked up. Being the type of elf she was...she had a bit of an increased recovery time. She feels herself being carried. Felt herself picked up and carried again. She feels a hand touch her face. If it was that slavers she was going to rip his arm from his socket and shove it deeply down his throat. She smiles in her head. Her subconscious tended to be more violent than her true nature was. But she would fight to live. Fight to survive. Fight to stay untouched by those damn slavers and gaurds. She hears voices. It wasn't the slavers. But that didn't mean she was any better off than she'd been before.<br/><br/>She slowly opens her eyes. Everything unfocused as she scans her surroundings with her eyes. She slowly is able to focus. She can tell that she hadn't been imagining the hand on her face. She growls. Jerking her face away and flipping from the guy who'd held her. Slumping back down onto her knees.<em>Damn!</em>She thinks to herself.<em>That wasn't the smartest move I could have made. That took alot of the energy I just recovered. Brillant move Oriana.</em>She looks back at the men. Her eyes still filled with anger but the hating venom wasn't as strong as it had been. As it had been directed towards the humans not towards others who weren't human. She closes her eyes for a split second. Opening them again and staring at them with a nuetral gaze. "Who are you two?" she asks softly but seriously. Cutting straight to the chase rather than beating around the bush.