For once, her mind wasn't on anything inappropriate as he tugged on the ring — mostly because, well, she was in a rather tight spot and making lewd remarks was the least of her worries. Fortunately, what strength Sieglinde lacked in her legs was compensated for by her arms, and she was able to keep her body weight off the ring long enough for him to get it past her skirts to her legs, and off her feet.

The ordeal left her dress rather wrinkly and dirty, but Sieglinde was not particularly concerned with her state of disarray as she pulled herself to her knees, rubbing her aching back and stomach (where the ring had dug into her) like a woman much older. "Owww... right, that's much better... I really need to get one I can take off by myself in the event of a crash."

She cleared her throat, swinging her legs outward so that she could sit without putting pressure on her bound feet. "Anyway, I didn't expect to have to reintroduce myself to you, but I suppose it can't be helped. I am Sieglinde Sullivan, Lord of Wolfsschlucht."