The girl was to his Chagrin, unruly or at least spoiled. The best he could at least do was try to control her a bit more, or perhaps get a bit more information out of her... Feeling a bit unscrupulous, and not entirely nice. He moved to his haversack, pulling out the willpower draining collar... And trying to slip it on around her neck. If that was right... Hopefully it would get her much more talkative!