"It's a terribly ugly business," Maris starts, upon noticing the Avvar woman stir. It had not been so difficult a deduction. Oh, there was the rifter girl who spoke a language like Antivan, but it was a language like Antivan, not a pure strain. It was helpful, having so many fine researchers amongst his time; identifying the Avvar tongue had not been easy, but it had been done and confirmed.
He walks over to the woman, laying both of his hands on her forearm. Shackles clamp over her wrists and her ankles, and a paralysis weakens limbs almost to the point of complete immobility— only almost. She might, for example, be able to turn her head, to shift slight, to grasp her hands into very loose fists. Fascinating to observe, he thinks.
"I have brought in the guards who were so heavy handed with you and your colleagues. You deserve an apology, my dear." Maris looks at the trio, the most vicious offenders, and they keep their gazes trained ahead of them. Before he addresses them further, however, he looks to Lexa again. "All that can wait a moment. How are you feeling?"
The room is well lit, immaculately clean. There are three tables, one occupied by Lexa, the middle empty, the third inhabited by a form that's not easily visible.
( closed ) LEXA: after the attempt.
He walks over to the woman, laying both of his hands on her forearm. Shackles clamp over her wrists and her ankles, and a paralysis weakens limbs almost to the point of complete immobility— only almost. She might, for example, be able to turn her head, to shift slight, to grasp her hands into very loose fists. Fascinating to observe, he thinks.
"I have brought in the guards who were so heavy handed with you and your colleagues. You deserve an apology, my dear." Maris looks at the trio, the most vicious offenders, and they keep their gazes trained ahead of them. Before he addresses them further, however, he looks to Lexa again. "All that can wait a moment. How are you feeling?"
The room is well lit, immaculately clean. There are three tables, one occupied by Lexa, the middle empty, the third inhabited by a form that's not easily visible.