Charlotte caught Alfred's gaze, and she smiled faintly upon seeing him getting so worked up for her safety. It was nice to know that there were two people out there that cared about her, and that Alfred was willing to do anything to protect his states. But what was she supposed to do in a situation like this? Rebel and actually give the second players a reason to snap her neck right then and there? No, she couldn't do that - actually, scratch that. She wouldn't do that, since she was too afraid to stand up for herself for long periods of time. In this type of situation, she thought it would just be best for her to be submissive, and that would maybe allow her more time to think of something to do. Right now, however, her mind was drawing a blank. The brown haired girl couldn't think clearly under these circumstances. "What else am I supposed to do? You know I can't do anything, I don't possess the ability to truly hate someone, let alone possess the ability to fight back when I know it's just going to put me in a worse situation," she said softly, hoping that the blonde was able to hear her. Sighing quietly, she reached up in order to wipe the tears from her cheeks before they dried, and she didn't realize that a few had accidentally dripped onto Allen's arm. Listening to him drag his bat behind him, she couldn't help but to cringe slightly from the noise it created, as her hearing was a bit sensitive. It almost made her want to say something about it as politely as she could, but all she could think about was what he might do. For all she knew, he could take that very bat and bash her head in, or something along those lines. Okay, I don't want to think about that... she thought, shivering slightly in disgust and fear at the thought. That would be so painful, so bloody and gory... ugh. No thanks. After she spoke quietly, she felt him nudge her lightly, and she figured it was to urge her to keep moving. Turning her gaze downwards, her hazel eyes became glued to the floor, and her light brown hair covered her eyes a bit. It hurt, how he kept nudging her and just moving in general, but that was because of how roughly they must have treated her while she was unconscious. The bruises and scratches must have looked awful by now, but she couldn't worry about that at the moment. Letting another soft sigh escape her lips, she tore her gaze away from the dusty floors and looked up at Allen. Damn, their height difference was really bothering her now. Listening to him pop the 'p' at the end, she paused, knowing he would say more. "Wait, orders? From who? And although they say that fear is the best way to get information out of people, I know that a lot of my fellow states and countries won't tell you guys a single word," she said quietly, frowning lightly as she heard him whistle an eerie tune that sounded oddly like America's National Anthem. For some reason, she thought it was very ironic that it sounded like the National Anthem. How ironic, that you're whistling something similar to the National Anthem... she thought silently to herself, falling silent. Blinking her hazel colored eyes, she merely nodded in response, feeling uncomfortable from his malicious grin. It surprised her a bit that she apologized to him for her behavior, but no matter what someone did to her... she didn't possess the ability to truly hate someone. She did dislike people, sure, but she tried to believe there was a shred of goodness within everyone, no matter if it was as small as a grain of sand or not. "Y-Yeah, I understand... I'm sorry..." she said truthfully, now feeling ashamed of how she spoke to Allen. Then, within the blink of an eye, he had turned around and gone running towards her best friend. Once she got in between them, she tried reasoning with Allen, even if it wasn't much, before Ella told her that it was 'her tango to dance.' Wait, what? That woman was crazy! But this was Ella, after all... there was nothing she could do now. Giving them both an utterly defeated look, she stumbled away from them, looking down at the handcuffs keeping her bound together. They were already beginning to make her wrists hurt, and she desperately wanted to get them off of her. Watching the two of them 'dance' at each other, she bit her lip lightly and her eyes widened once he grabbed Ella's arm in a crushing grip before raising his bat. Opening her mouth to say something, she was abruptly cut off by Josephine, who was trying to reason with everyone, and then her eyes landed on her. Instinctively recoiling under her gaze, she was somewhat shocked when she told Flavio to go get a scarf, as well as a quilt for her. What was she trying to play at? There was no way she was doing this with good intentions... was there? No, there couldn't be. Glancing down at her handcuffs again, she sighed quietly and listened to her speak to Allen and Ella. And boy, once she heard Ella's reply, she couldn't help but to mentally agree with her. Ella was making a lot of fine points, including the ones about Charlotte. It was true - she had no backbone, she had no self-confidence, and she was constantly being told she was beautiful. But in today's society, that was hard to believe, since everyone was expected to be a little stick figure. The only good thing about her was her personality, and not too many people seemed to care about inner beauty anymore. Suddenly feeling like she wanted to cry, the brown haired girl's lip quivered and she looked down, not wanting to let everyone see that she looked like she was about to burst into tears.