Angela curls in on herself when the lights come on, though there's no conscious thought at all. Her head is jerked roughly back and she whimpers something unintelligible as she's pulled upwards.
She holds her hands out reflexively for balance, muttering incoherently and softly. She doesn't have much breath to speak, even if she was aware enough to do so, and she doesn't resist.
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Date: 2006-05-18 11:37 pm (UTC)She holds her hands out reflexively for balance, muttering incoherently and softly. She doesn't have much breath to speak, even if she was aware enough to do so, and she doesn't resist.