With concern.

"Cut it out Pete, can't you see she's trying to tell me something?"

Pete pulled his hand back, surprised by the admonition. "I'm telling you, this chick is-"

"Shut it! Now, show me what you want me to understand again, please," Tom said, his voice softening when he addressed Samantha again.

The naked girl did her best to communicate with Tom, who watched her with a concentrated expression. She pointed at the collar and twisted her face, then let herself fall onto the pile of towels again. "The collar hurt you and made you fall down?"

Samantha could have shouted with joy that she had made herself understood without doing anything to set off the collar, but that would have defeated the purpose. Instead she nodded vigorously before continuing. This time she opened and closed her mouth and used her hand to mime talking before she let herself fall again. "It'll hurt you again if you talk?"

Another nod. "And when we came back in after you screamed? Would me touching you have set it off too?"

Samantha shook her head. This was going to be a tough one. She pretended to lift something with her hand, then used two fingers to make it look like her hand was walking on the tile floor. With her other hand she drew a line through the air from collar to fingers, followed by those fingers falling over.

Tom shrugged. "I was never that good at charades. Pete?"

Pete was still put off with Tom for yelling at him, but he had been watching Samantha just as carefully as his golf buddy. "Um. You were going to help her stand, right? She's been on all fours this whole time, maybe that's it?"

Tom turned back to Samantha. "Are you not allowed to stand up?"

Samantha started to shake her head before realizing that might be a double negative. Pete had noticed the same thing, apparently. "Simplify the question, Tom. Can you stand?"

Samantha shook her head again. Pete and Tom asked her several more yes-or-no questions to figure out what Tiffany had done to her, but after a while her teeth started chattering from the cold. "Oh shit, you're still wet from the shower! Why don't you get warmed up again and this time we'll help you dry off? After that we should take you back to the resort where we can figure out how to unlock that collar."

This time Pete adjusted the water for her and the guys stayed by the shower cabin while Samantha crawled in. They did close the curtain, as if they hadn't already seen everything Samantha had to offer. She still appreciated the gesture, and when she crawled back out the gentle way they dabbed her dry with the towels was oddly comforting.

The hard part would be getting back to the resort. The guys had come to the golf course on foot, and by now it was quite cold outside. Samantha would have a miserable time if she had to crawl all the way back.

After some back and forth they decided their best bet would be to bundle the girl up in the remaining dry towels and let Tom sling her over his shoulders in a fireman's carry.