( The horror and shock on her face are certainly not fake. Only softened. From her experience, no man wants to be stuck with a panicking and loud woman, more so if it's someone they just met, but to not panic and remain calm is odd at best and suspicious at worst. Moderation is the key and the most difficult thing one can attempt.

She likes to think she did it right. Wide eyes. A little gasp as she reaches out to touch the back of her own neck as if touch alone will tell her that its there. )

Merde. Something tells me these are more than just decoration. My goodness, I feel like I'm in one of those awful sci-fi thrillers. Will you now be telling me that we're brought here to be experimented on or to be priced for some auction of sorts?