Kate whirls. Later, she will laugh at the appearance she must have presented, a wild banshee of a woman with her matted mass of dark hair and her furious dark eyes. For now, she's just a small whirlwind of anger and agitation. "Am I all right?"

But questions require answers, so she actually stops, takes a gulping breath and stares up at the sky as she attempts to answer. It doesn't do much: as she talks, her head drops back to staring at Miss Gibson and her voice rises.

"No, I am not. This is, this is obnoxious. What, what is this?" Kate lifts her arm to show her wrist. "It was bad enough the first time, bein' stripped of my, of our clothes without our say so, but then when we get comfortable they do it all again? And, what. What kind of boneheaded, petty, disturbed comedians are runnin' this little circus? UGH"

Her foot stamps with frustration when the bracelet refuses to come off.

"And just look at our hair."