Gina hissed faintly as the pretty man pulled her up by her aching shoulder, and she sifted on her pointed, booted toes, trying to get balance in case he let her go. She was left facing the Hound, and her eyes narrowed, head tilting a bit as he moved closer. The young woman spoke, softly.<br/><br/>"She told you to do things... and you didn't. Why?" How might have been a better question, and it was clear from Gina's expression that she wasn't asking entirely because of the unfulfilled need that still coiled within her, so much as her confusion and curiosity that anyone could find it in them to resist Her commands.