Even if escape had been a possibility, the cold had left her muscles sluggish, unwilling to respond.  As she was brought down, she almost fell when strained muscles tried to cramp.<br/><br/>"If - ah! - If I have not done anything - then - why was I locked up in here?" she asked, wincing as her limbs were straightened.  It felt strange to have a woman touching her so intimately, but she was in no condition to protest.  She had been stretched taut for too long, and in such cold - nothing like the warmer shores of her homeland.<br/><br/>Still, she was in overall good health, suffering only from a the night's exposure.  Her body type would fit being a cat as well, lean and supple, with a long torso and firm, high breasts.  It spoke of a natural grace, only stiffened temporarily by the cold.<br/><br/>"I - do not wish to be a toilet," she said, feeling her stomach lurch at the possibilities that were revealed to her.