The fall to the deck wasn't far, but enough to jolt Atnorsa's breath from her for a moment as she landed on her rump and rolled to her back, treated with all the grace of a fresh side of boar brought home for the butchering. The motion was enough for her to keep rolling though, onto her side; she'd shifted up to her knees, eyes snapping from one captor to the next as the cruel man chained her compatriot to the deck.<br/><br/>The freewoman had been mostly out of her sight in the shop, but now she was clear to see; and a new twist of rage and disgust sank its dark claws into the pale woman's heart. SHE should be fighting against the grasping paws of distant Rome, not aiding it!<br/><br/>It was the shock of seeing her that held Atnorsa still, until the man finished with what sounded like instructions, and approached; for a moment she leaned forward, then rocked up and back - determined to be on her feet when he reached her, even chained as she was.