The sudden grip to her hair made her yelp in fear, following along in sudden fright and dropping obediently to her knees.  Her eyes went down to the ground, but she kept her ears open, her focus upon the man to collect some more information as best she could.  "Why are you doing this?"  She sounded on the cusp of tears, her eyes closing.  Michelle had never quite mastered the talent of crying on cue, something which came back to bite her now.  "You're locking everyone in; that doesn't make any sense if you want to get away with all the jewelry.  Please, please tell me this isn't a mass suicide pact."  Her entire body trembled, shaking with slightly exaggerated terror.