…The girl struggled to free herself. The captain kept his fist tight around her arm. "Oh, no, you don't. You're coming with me. I want to know what this was all about. Those men are in for some very serious repercussions if the situation is as bad as it looked, and I want to know how it came to pass that you were at the center of it."

The girl gave her arm a last, exploratory shake. "I was fine. I got free on my own, didn't I?"

"That's not exactly the way it looked to me, no."

"Well, I did. And anyway, it wouldn't have happened at all if there hadn't been so many of them. Usually they come in twos and threes, and that's not enough to be worried about." She sounded annoyed, rather than outraged.

In fact, shouldn't a girl who had been about to be raped be a little upset right about now? Maybe teetering on the verge of hysteria? He was taken aback at her cavalier attitude. "Those men were about to—"

"I know what they were about to do," she snapped at him. "I'm not a child."