Misa scoots away from the man, backing against a wall. Better to have the wall behind her than the men. She doesn't like it. But she doesn't even flinch at the whip crack. It doesn't bother her and it's not the first time she's seen it as a disciplinary weapon.

She is watching between the adults, wanting to run again, but seeing that they aren't going to let her.

"My name is Misa, Mis- Von Karma." She wonders if they're going to change it too. She remembers what her mother called her, but no one but Jeff calls her that, and even he only uses a nickname that she'd whispered to him in the deep of night. Freema knows it too, but that's different. Freema knows everything.

"Will I ever see them again?" She asks.