Mysaren chewed on her thumbnail thoughtfully and nodded. "Uh, yes sir, thank you, sir, I uh, appreciate it. But uh, what exactly are these, uh, modified procedures, uh, if you don't mind my asking, uh, sir." She retreated back into her corner after this question, sitting on her legs and still glancing around the room.

Fuck, this wasn't going to work, she was going to die. She bit her lip as she waited for his response, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here. This room made her claustrophobic.