Astrid's eyes went wide when he dropped down beside the bed to reach under it. She swore under her breath and ran for the door the sheet impairing her ability to move but she hiked it up to free her legs and kept it clutch against her body. She wasn't going to wear that stuff anymore, she'd had it, with this place, with his control, with not having any real choices anymore, she was threw.<br/><br/>She tried desperately to open the door only to find the thing locked she cursed venomously. She tried frantically for a few more moments knowing without a doubt if Goodfellow got his hands on her it would all be over. She frantically searched the room, her eyes landing on the window she'd opened earlier when she was smoking. He spoke again something about mud wrestling sometimes she was sure he was either crazy or that he lived in a world apart from the rest of them, she hoped he was just nuts.<br/><br/>With one last ditch effort she dashed to the window the sheet billowing out behind her as she moved. With fingers shaking she tried to hurry, fumbled with the window lock only to have it defy her almost on principle.  She cursed and tried again to unlock the stupid catch, she imagined she could feel his breath against her neck, hear his foot steps just behind her. The fear she felt surprised her, it wasn't so much as what he wanted to make her do but him himself. She was scared of him, what she knew he could do, what she'd watched him do. The though of him touching her yet again terrified her into fleeing a responce not normally associated with the girl.