The way the guy acted was nonchalant and as if he had nothing to loose by being rude and careless. Maybe he was a man with power. He might even be the captain of this ship. Considering he was ordering some men around it confirmed her thoughts. 

“Are you mocking me, Vincent?” She pronounced his name in mockery, and ignored his bow. When he started to push her, she took a few steps forward and came to a halt once again. “Vincent. You have no respect whatsoever. But if you intent to touch me one more time, I will not be a pleasant captive.” Allison tried to threaten him, but it did not seem to work very well. He asked her to behave, and Allison sighed deeply. She’d show him how to behave nicely. But nicely in her way. With a grunt she followed Vincent as he walked into the cargo hatch. Although she was used getting beamed up or even getting carried into a ship so her dress would not get dirty, she enjoyed the normal approach for once. It was as if she was a normal girl that did not mind getting a smear of oil on her clothes or shoes. And she never did, but her father was too keen on keeping her clean. 

Once they arrived inside, Allison noticed the ship was quite the size. It did not seem like a lot when she stood in front of it, but the inside was rather old fashioned. The furniture seemed like it came from the age of Queen Elizabeth: Red, patchy and.. Royal. Allison chuckled, again locking eyes with Vincent. This time he was caught off guard, not having his usual frown and grin on his face. He seemed quite normal, quite friendly. Allison coughed as she noticed she was staring at him for far too long. “Well, quite the place you have. Now, show me to my room, wing, whatever you have prepared for me.” 

To her surprised, Allison seemed to be taking the whole kidnap quite well. Was it because she had been alone for the past few years? Having that boring, royal life? Maybe she even enjoyed the attention. Whatever it was, she couldn’t quite put a label on it. But she didn’t have to, for now.