I frown at them as they talk, muttering "Nobody LET me do anything." I know this is not time to cop an attitude, but that useless old bag couldn't have put a stop to a toddler on her own - I was way ahead of this lot until creepy wall man grabbed me. Deeper inside me though, the knots in my stomach are tightening - they've done this before, and they don't seem interested in letting me go. I don't know what fun means in this context, but I have a few guesses, none of them appealing. "Where are you taking me? I didn't do anything!" I add in my most innocent/indignant tone, twisting in the man's grip. 'let me go!" There's still a chance playing onnocent might get me out of this. More likely I'll have to switch tactics soon.<br/><br/>I glare at the dead man as I'm dragged past - if my eyes were daggers, he'd be dead a second time. Of course, if i could kill with my eyes this whole bunch would be dead around me.