In all reality, Dallas didn't even get one good move in against the guards yesterday. Maybe because she stood there stunned like she did made her such an easy target, allowing the guards to tranquilizer her before she even had the chance to shift. Fortunately, that still meant that she had her own clothes. Aching from being in the cage for so long for the nightly hours, Dallas made her way down the hall, flanked by two guards, one on each side of her. Didn't they know she was one of the ones who didn't shift? But then again, she had tried to impale them with a knife. Oh well, all's fair in shifting and war. Making her way to the cafeteria, she would stop dead in her tracks. The guards grabbing her by the arms and lifting her off the ground by at least a foot to make sure where she went where she was told, Dallas found herself in attack mode. Kicking and thrashing, the guards grips were too tight. Being dropped inside of the cafeteria doorway, the girl would land on her hands and knees as the door was slid shut with a loud bang.
Getting up and pursing her lips, her arms crossed, she would say:
"Well wasn't that just fun. First things first, we need to discuss strategy because butter knives hardly do any damage."