(no subject)
[The comm. clicks on to dead air. Not because she doesn’t know how to use it, or because she hasn’t noticed it; Sarea is simply trying to keep from shouting into the damned machine.]
Alright.
Whoever it was who brought me here, I’m less than thrilled. If you’re a friend, kindly let me leave. If you’re an enemy, at least allow me the comfort of knowing who and what you are. I don’t in particularly care what your plans are, I’ve no intention of cooperating; I need to be going, you understand.
Oh.
[Now a rather distinctive snarl has entered her voice, alluding to the wolf within the woman.]
To whomever decided it would be fun to strip me, prepare to be skinned.
[Click; it’s time to do some recon.]
Alright.
Whoever it was who brought me here, I’m less than thrilled. If you’re a friend, kindly let me leave. If you’re an enemy, at least allow me the comfort of knowing who and what you are. I don’t in particularly care what your plans are, I’ve no intention of cooperating; I need to be going, you understand.
Oh.
[Now a rather distinctive snarl has entered her voice, alluding to the wolf within the woman.]
To whomever decided it would be fun to strip me, prepare to be skinned.
[Click; it’s time to do some recon.]