The firm hand had startled Madison and she was about to brush it away and in more words than necessary ask her to let go. Of course as soon as the woman introduced herself as the headmistress, she scrambled to her feet and grabbed her bags to follow reluctantly. Slightly disheveled Madison fixed her clothing and smiled at the younger man that was also with Lady Shaw, ignoring the large man who seemed to accompany him as well.<br/><br/>All thoughts of escaping left as she thought of the possibilities. Even if she thought she could break free of the headmistress there would be the goon that appeared to mean business and he would take her with ease.<br/><br/>"That'd be cool, I'm tired of being out side," she commented, the sting of her skin telling her she was somewhat sunburnt and bound to feel it later. Her tone was sweet and respective, nothing like the way she had spoken with her parents in a long time. "I don't think stressful would be the right word but I'd rather not talk about it." Like telling her new teacher that at the age of 18 she had gotten a lashing from her father in the middle of a road was something Madison would tell just anyone.<br/><br/>As far as she was concerned the faster this was over and done with the sooner she could go to bed and forget everything.