Her stillness could fascinate him. He's not going to make that mistake twice in one night. Hap takes her resilience for what it is and respects it by addressing it as nothing else.

A knock, and then the door is opened. Peripherally, he notes where their clothes are strewn. Distantly, he wants to grab his glasses.

While her back is turned, he glances at the matte gleam of cum streaking her thigh.

"Come with me," he says in the commanding monotone he uses in front of the other subjects.