She did like surprises, though, and it was for that reason that she hadn't opened the garment box until that moment. But when she had opened the garme...t bag, her dress hadn't surprised her. It shocked her. It shocked her still. And it was at her dress that she continued to gaze upon now.It, like the rest of her wardrobe, was black. Black was good for slimming the appearance, but she didn't particularly need slimming and that wasn't the point. The dress clung tightly to her skin, but that wasn't. How dare he treat her like this? Who does he think he is? She gives up physical resistance and switches to verbal. She lets out a tirade of abuse. “Let go of me you bastard! Fuck off, you cunt! Get off me! Now! Fuck you! You can't fucking do this to me! I'll fucking kill you for this! Fucking cunt bastard!” Still he holds her down. She cannot move. He remains silent. Eventually she has to rest. Her muscles ache. Her voice is horse. Her breathing is laboured. Her wrath is turning to fear.. "For the safety of thepublic."Soldier Of Fortune was her escort and the one who was acting as herguardian for the day, with Tabby Cat needing to do some investigating onher own on Morgan's behalf. The DPA asked what the whole story wasbetween the two, all Soldier Of Fortune would say was a terse, "She'strying to help Morgan get some information. It's also part of ourinvestigation into Morgan's father's whereabouts."First testing was her known abilities. Testing consisted of Morgantrying to. The fact that Madjeiac was not willing to die to save this entire world got Roka so riled. ‘You’re a fucking Prince of a nation and there are still people out there who believe there is still a fighting chance! I’m one of them! Yes, I believe we still have a fighting chance and since we have leeway I will continue fighting! So if you’re going to give up then so be it! Fuck you, fuck you all, I don’t need you! I’ll do this all by my damn self!’ Roka snarled. The tears rolling down his cheeks.