Rogue made herself as small as possible when they passed others in the hall, so very glad of Todd's foresight in walking in front of her at those times to help keep anyone from getting too close. She took note of the way the crew looked at her, the hints of emotion in their expression at seeing her walking the halls again. What she wouldn't give to be able to join them in the arena or working in the kitchen.

At first, she was fine with laying on the table, understanding what was going to happen and that she was safe here, Todd wouldn't put her in a situation where she wouldn't be safe. But as she settled down as he'd instructed, her pulse began to race as panic rose in her chest. It was silly, she was fine, but the psychological association of laying naked on a table wasn't something she could easily overcome. She clenched her eyes shut and forced herself to stay still.