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WHO: Rayne/Callisto.
WHERE: Level 0.
WHEN: A day or so after she sent her there.
WHAT: Time to get philosphical.
There was not much one could do, down there, unless blessed with marathon-levels of hyperactivity. Rayne knew that from personal experience. Leaving Callisto to stew until calming down from the inevitable bouts of cursing to the high heavens, overall, would make things easier.
Besides, as the redhead had pointed out, she was using this, not so much as punishment, but an interrogatory holding cell. Had Rimmer not been able to reveal what had taken place, then there were ways and means of extracting the information, no matter a convict's mindset. Thankfully, that was not necessary.
Rayne was whistling as she descended the steps into level 0. If Balthazar attempted to get her attention, then she ignored it. The dhampir was here to see her own inmate, not anyone else's and, to that effect, was bringing with her two chairs; one for sitting and the other to place feet upon. Doing precisely that, once she had reached the blonde's cell, Rayne laced fingers into one another, behind head. Adopting a posture which would not have seemed out of place, had she been sitting up in bed. Relaxation would help her to avoid rising to any verbal bait, but it was also a psychological move, demonstrating control.
"You realise," she finally addressed Callisto, "you're not getting any gold stars for this..."
WHERE: Level 0.
WHEN: A day or so after she sent her there.
WHAT: Time to get philosphical.
There was not much one could do, down there, unless blessed with marathon-levels of hyperactivity. Rayne knew that from personal experience. Leaving Callisto to stew until calming down from the inevitable bouts of cursing to the high heavens, overall, would make things easier.
Besides, as the redhead had pointed out, she was using this, not so much as punishment, but an interrogatory holding cell. Had Rimmer not been able to reveal what had taken place, then there were ways and means of extracting the information, no matter a convict's mindset. Thankfully, that was not necessary.
Rayne was whistling as she descended the steps into level 0. If Balthazar attempted to get her attention, then she ignored it. The dhampir was here to see her own inmate, not anyone else's and, to that effect, was bringing with her two chairs; one for sitting and the other to place feet upon. Doing precisely that, once she had reached the blonde's cell, Rayne laced fingers into one another, behind head. Adopting a posture which would not have seemed out of place, had she been sitting up in bed. Relaxation would help her to avoid rising to any verbal bait, but it was also a psychological move, demonstrating control.
"You realise," she finally addressed Callisto, "you're not getting any gold stars for this..."