She was oh so loving this thing about being sold like she was an inanimate object. She really had to learn to be more careful with her powers. This chains thing was ridiculous. Like she couldn't get out of them if she wanted to, a little atrophy of the limbs, even breaking them and she was out. Maybe this new guy needed to know exactly what she could do so he didn't get the wrong idea. She wasn't a beck and call kind of girl and this was really starting to piss her off.
Once the truck stopped, the back was opened and men with guns trained on her motioned for her. She tilted her head at them as if saying 'really?' With a sigh she stood up, and hobbled to the edge of the truck. No one moved to help her down so with a sigh she set her jaw and broke her wrists and hands, pulling the chains off. As her hands healed again she pulled the other chains off, changing her muscles and even bones where she needed to. Once done she hopped down. "Can I have a fag now? Don't know why I couldn't smoke on the trip. Health conscious bad guys are ridiculous." she shot the guards a look, let them be nervous, they were on her shit list.