Lina almost seethed at the humiliation of the collar, but kept still regardless, reminding herself that she was doing this for Illaria. She flexed her hands a few times, but said nothing as she followed them, watching the hallways carefully, wanting to be certain where she was going and building a mental map as she was able. When they entered the laboratory, though, she stopped dead, almost being dragged from her feet as she eyed the table suspiciously. The words made her eyes darken, and she took a breath to yell at them...and stopped, reconsidering and taking a deep breath. Then she spoke, her voice brittle, this time. "Fine. It isn't like I have any ability to make certain that what you say is true, but I can't stop you anyway. You could have done this while I was unconscious, couldn't you have? Fine. I'll do it."<br/><br/>And with that she slowly laid down, hating every moment of capitulation. She had to get Illaria, and herself, out of here as soon as possible. Then she asked, tensing as she waited for the man to start working. "What did you mean about choosing more difficult fights, or was it challenges? Are they supposed to be fair to begin with, or am I going to have the odds stacked against me from the beginning?"