Snippet #2634726

The woman lowers her head and hums a strange yet familiar tune. As before, there is still no sense of fear from the woman, her emotional state is unreadable. She taps the floor tiles under her with her nails, rhythmically, then abruptly stops. She puts her hands on her face as if checking for something.

"Du är intressant..." She says under her breath. "Människa."

She slowly removes her goggles, revealing her black sclera, blue eyes, and S shaped pupils. She glances over at Alver from the corner of her eyes.

"Ah, I had an idea just now." She says, a very sudden shift in her tone, sounding more energetic. "Lets not do this and move before they come."

Footsteps are heard coming in their direction, heavy footsteps, most likely armed guards from the lower level. All the noise has likely alerted an awful lot of attention. The woman, obviously being controlled by Bas'met rolls her head to its side and rolls her eyes looking to the ceiling.

"Which would be right now." Her tone makes this sound like it is just a big game to her. She then pops up onto her feet and then holds her hand out, this time it seems like she's lending it rather than asking for something.