Orders, procedures, permission; not something Savanna Dawson was especially good with, but hey what teenage girl is. Loaded guns and threats of beatings seem to be a good incentive though. 'Do this, do that, go here' and she did so...begrudgingly. Bitter would be a good way to describe her attitude at this point; bitter and pissed. She'd done everything right God dammit! She screamed, she ran, she fought like Hell and her kidnappers had the bruises to prove it; unfortunately so did she. She wasn't prepared to die; she had plans for her life and she wasn't about to entrust her rescue to Harper's police force. Well-intended as they were, they weren't equipped to handle anything like this. She had to rely on herself; Hell she was smart. Just cause they had some brawn on her and a loaded firearm or two wouldn't make her cower in a corner, a damsel she refused to be. This may not have been her war to start with, but dammit she was in it now and it wasn't going to be easy getting out. Not if they had anything to say about it.