One of the reasons that Dawson was a scout was his quick mind and quick feet. Seeing her move toward him he merely pivoted on one foot and leaned back, letting her pass close to him but not cause him any harm. His arm holding the bicycle handle then swung down and struck her on the back, part of the metal hitting the burn scar and knocking her down, "Now now. No need to make things worse."  He then moved over and sat upon her back, "See, we just came to see how you were doing. Now, well, now things are different." A fist then came down and struck the back of her head, "You dumb bitch. You still have a fucking attitude after all we did to you, well, we'll just fix that."<br/><br/>He stood up and motioned for Ogre to come over, the two men then lifted her by the yoke and drug her further into the park and out of sight of anyone else, "I'm not sure who the fuck got you into this get up, but we are going to get you out." He grips the blond hair and pulls thinking it would come right off. When it doesn't he shakes his head, grabs it with both hands and pulls with all his might, "Son of a bitch, she's fucking bald!"  Dawson then started to laugh at her amusing look not concerned with the skin that came off with the wig, "You looked pretty good before, but now, well, a bald bitch doesn't look quite as good."<br/><br/>They found a suitable spot and dropped Kriss upon the ground. Dawson moved to her head and placed on knee next to her head, "And this fucking face of yours, that shit ain't right either." Reaching down he grips the mask and pulls, seeing that it wouldn't come off as easily as the wig he sighs, "Ogre, rip this thing off her, seems like it is fixed pretty good." He then moves aside as the large man comes over, squats down and takes a firm grip on the mask before pulling it off in one massive move.