Soma supposed she should feel a bit ridiculous being dragged to a potential cure like this, especially when it had been her idea in the first place. And it wasn't often anyone got close enough to physically pick her up like this. Anyone who did didn't usually bother, assuming they survived long enough to get the chance.

But she didn't care. Not right now. This was infuriating, and she was in pain, and she was tired, and--

Her friend's voice cut through the haze of thoughts in Soma's head. Her eyes snapped open, flashing, and her free hand swung out instinctively, heading straight for the Once-ler's jaw. Her other arm was currently pinned; she struggled anyway, temporarily numb to the shockwaves of pain the movement sent down her side.

Failing in that--assuming neither of the above resulted in her release--she sank her teeth into what cloth she could, hoping it might connect.

Some distant part of her (probably Marie, it was always Marie) noted that she'd have to do a lot of apologizing for this in the morning. All things considered, it couldn't be a very good first night for the Once-ler. Right now, though, all she cared about was fighting free and getting back to her friend. Who knew what could be happening to her right now?