<br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.flicksandbits.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/centurion-olga.jpg)</div><br/>Sorcha saw the weapon he took from his belt and struggled against the bonds, trying too be free of them, narrowed her eyes and her lips curled as she shuffled back a little. However there was only a wall there, it felt hard against her skin and it was uncomfortable against her bruised skin. Again the pict let out a snarl, perhaps more like a hiss from a wild cat.<br/><br/>It was perhaps a little less aggressive than she had been with the guard, but then the pict had been drugged and was well secured even though she continued to try to be rid of her bonds, that were hurting her. Indeed Sorcha snapped as Autolycus went to help her too her feet, though it more defensive at the moment. The pict was not foolish enough as yet to bite, but even through the drugs he could feel the tension.  Her eyes too kept looking towards the door…Another growl passed her lips…<br/><br/><br/>Sorcha shook her head again, trying to be rid of the sickness in her mind. Then there was a pause, “Good dog…”<br/><br/>She watched as the Medicus cleaned his arm and frowned. Still looking ready to pounce for the door.<em> not stab Grass eyes…. Autolycus…Sorcha good</em>Her breathing was heavy again.  “Yes clean…”<em> not stab…</em>her eyes still remained on the door and this man with a weapon.<br/>