Chelsea looked around and realized that no one else had raised their hands and sheepishly lowered hers. She tried to relax, but there was quite a bit of adrenaline still flowing through her system. She sat and listened to the conversation for a moment. Something struck her as just wrong about Mr. Tall Dark and Creepy, but she couldn't put her finger on it. He kinda talked like Hannibal Lecter a little, she thought. But she couldn't worry about it now. "So, um, is that it?" She asked the blond man, who was still restraining the one who'd nearly toppled her. "I mean, I don't have to, um, give a statement or anything, do I?" All she'd wanted to do, really, was have a good time tonight, and instead, for the second night in a row, the good times had quickly turned chaotic.