"Yippy" Was Astrid's flat responce as he clipped the leash to the collar that for the time she'd forgotten she was wearing. The discused she felt for having forgotten surged forward choking her. It was more then disgust or lattent anger that made her drag her feet as Goodfellow lead her, it was fear. She hadn't forgotten about her purse or Shaw or what was to be done to her tonight and while pain was a familiar enemy it was an enemy just the same and part of her dreaded the beating she was sure to face.<br/><br/>Images of what had happened to Charlotte danced in her mind and she hated the quiver of fear that raced threw her. She'd give almost anything to go back to her room and study to be left alone to be spared this place and everything it stood for. and the attention she unintentionally drew to herself.<br/><br/>As her stress mounted she craved the very thing that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Her attention returning to the world around her she glanced around the campus to the place he was leading her unfamiliar with her surroundings. "Where are we going?" She asked striving to sound bored and slightly uninterested silently horrified at the slight note of fear that crept into her voice.