nah!

"Sorry, but you're my lead, girl," you whisper back to her. You reach out to take her hand, and quicker than you see, she grabs YOUR hand and scratches the back of it, drawing blood, with her other hand. "HEY!" you exclaim.

Instantly, the world starts to swim and you feel hot. "Whass goin' on ...?" you ask as you start to feel your senses numb.

"Don't worry," she says quietly, "I'm not going to hurt you. But I am going to make you help me."

You try to protest, but find you can barely make babbling noises. She slips around the table and hoists you up. It's amazing to you that her small frame can support you, but she manages to drag you to the back room.