That only seemed to piss them both off. "Who do you think you are, little elf? Trying to give us orders? You're just a slave!" the one behind her said, snarling, while the other kept a calmer approach, taking the gleaming, metal collar out of the box, and returning to her, intending to clip it around her neck.<br/><br/>Assuming he gets the chance to lock it in place, the one behind her makes a move to grab her. "I'm not going to be talked to by some little girl like that!"<br/><br/>(20 to try to grab her, but if she beats an initiative of 6, she can go first.)