Mohini had been about to respond, when the hand in her hair changed from a light petting to a hard twisting grip, drawing a suprised cry from her. With the man named Anastasius starting to pull her away she tried to look back at her, causing her hair to be pulled even harder. "Yes... I know their language," she replied in a strained voice.<br/><br/>She didn't bother trying to resist after that, though she was furious at having to crawl after the bastard who held her hair. The shackles around her wrists and the short chain between them certainly didn't make it any easier, and several times she almost lost her balance, with only his strong steady grip kept her from falling.