"Classes and a bruise. Aren't I a lucky girl?" She said tartly pulling lightly against the leash if only to make her displeasure known before falling into step with him. Her cheek burned from the slap and she half wished for her make up kit but knew he was trying to create an excuse. Still she chewed her lower lip with annoyance. He hadn't hit her once no matter what she'd done to provoke him now he did so to hide what had happened. It made her nervous.<br/><br/>Her thoughts kept twisting in her mind making her want to draw away from everything, everyone. It was easier  she knew how to shut out the world, survive even if it could hardly be termed living. She wasn't good at being exposed. Without realizing she'd made a decision or that she'd even made up her mind her chin went up slightly the arrogant angles returning, her back straitening stiffly. She could feel her finger nails digging crescents into the fleshy part of her palm as she withdrew once more.<br/><br/>She walked with Goodfellow as he lead her her walk practically screaming to stay back. Her eyes held a hint of disdain for everything and everyone around her and there was more then a bit of anger in the set of her lips. From looking at the girl it would have been impossible to tell that only moments ago she was happy in content. This girl didn't look like she knew how to be happy.