Snippet #771579

Jayna followed Sol, staying back far enough to have a nice, comfortable space between them. As he stopped and opened a door for her, she restrained herself from letting her disgust show. An interrogation room. Peachy.

She bristled inwardly at his command, but took the seat. As if she would have stood around like an idiot. She looked around the room briefly, noticing nothing significant or overly interesting about it. It was a run of the mill interrogation room set-up. It really wouldn't be hard to get out of the room or this entire facility if she actually tried. It's what she was made for. But she wasn't too keen on running back into the arms of the government. At least, not until she knew what these people wanted from her.

"You know what I know, most likely. I wasn't conscious most of the time. Something about being humane." Jayna kept her voice in a monotone. She'd hadn't spoken with actual feeling since the government had taken her. No reason to.

What she said was true, for the few portion of her stay at the facility. During the physical experimentation and the mental probing, prodding, and implanting, she was blissfully unaware. The last several years, she'd been at a new facility. The new facility had decided to test her limitations. See how well their programs stuck. They'd finally finished, which was why she was being transferred again.

Jayna wasn't overly against sharing information with Sol, but she didn't really want to get into the fluff, which was all she remembered. She didn't want to get into the torture sessions, endurance trials, or degrading situations. They didn't matter. She wouldn't let them. If Sol wanted information, he'd have to ask the right way, but she wasn't even entirely sure if that's what he wanted. It was entirely possible that only her abilities were wanted. It would probably be better that way as she wasn't even entirely sure if it was possible for her to give him information.