[i]Yeah, we're totally being taken to a slaughter house.[/i]

Maryln's plastered stoic expression held as the helicopter-no, death machine-transported them to wherever they were going to be held. This thing was going way too f-ing fast for her tastes. It would make her unsteady if she needed to jump up and pummel one of these people. 

She glanced down at her nails, black being the recent coat. A tiny voice registered in her brain. Without looking up, she pulled out a nail file and rounded out an edge. "Bubbles, you're going to get eaten alive." [@Mariana Collie]

Hm. She was cute though. "Come here, I've got something to tell you."