"I don't believe I listed that, I was quite clear as I recall." She took a deep breath and spoke slowly as if to a small child or someone lacking in metal acuteness "You either going to return my clothes or leave me here. Unless you plan to drag me from the room, not something I advise by the way, I'm not leaving without my clothing returned to me."<br/><br/>Her anger grounded her and she settled into her cold indifferent attitude. The whole world may be crumbling around her, everything she knew stripped away but at the moment she narrowed her world down to this one confrontation, this one moment in time that she could work with and control.<br/><br/>The school couldn't have picked a better teacher for her. Goodfellow seemed to be immune to her normal tricks; he didn't get angry at her no matter what she did. Instead he seemed amused, his pleasant disposition and calm ease made Astrid want to rip out her hair and strangle him with it she was so frustrated most of the time. Learning the ins and outs of anyone new was always hard, but when your quality of life depends on it, it raises the stakes a bit.<br/><br/>"Tick tock Goodfellow, what will it be?" She said in a sing song voice shifting in her seat sitting with her back strait and tapping her nails lightly against the wood of the desk in a way that irritated most people,<em>he'll probably think it's charming</em>she though with annoyance.