Ma'tanza silently nodded, accepting Tzirret's hand to stand up with him. Having everyone gathering themselves in such a small area would have made it difficult for them to find her friends, but Bheja and Qa'habi were among the first to start making their way to  the shackles. They all met up together, though even among Ma'tanza's friends, there was a certain amount of tension in the air. The all looked at the shackles with varying degrees of anxiety. Interestingly enough, it seemed to be Tzirret this time who was the most calm about this particular aspect of the plan. 

Taking in a deep breath Ma'tanza picked up a set of shackles, then closed them around her wrists, causing them to lock immediately. Now, they would not be removed until she next transformed. Tzirret was directly to her left, Bheja was doing the same to her right, and Qa'habi was just beyond him. 

As they were binding themselves, Peiter made his way over to the group and looked around until he was able to pick Tzirret's face out of the crowd. Both he and Sabine would be playing the role of slavers. It was not something he was comfortable with, but it was what he needed to do to make all of this believable. "So, um...are all of you comfortable? Well...as much as you can be?"