At first, the only indication of any reaction from Tamara towards the woman's outburst was a slight wrinkling around her eyes as she smiled sweetly behind her mask. [color=red]"Laugh it up while you can, sweetheart. I'll be sure to return the favour when it's [b]your[/b] turn to get strapped."[/color] She turned towards her so-called "handler", ignoring the pair of agents still standing beside her. [color=red]"I'm sure that my babysitter here could offer a perfectly reasonable explanation; that the jacket is a "safety precaution" and that they're "just following protocol", hmm?"[/color] Snorting, she shook her head as much as the jacket's hood would allow her. [color=red]"Meaning that after two years they don't trust me to not burn the place down out of spite. Really shows you what they think of us."[/color]

A small sigh came through the speaker. [color=red]"For once though, they did ask politely for me to not do that, so I guess they don't [b]really[/b] want me testing how fire-proof this thing actually is. They're supposed to let me out before we leave."[/color] She took a step towards Sonya, ignoring the restraining hand that was placed on her shoulder. [color=red]"I guess we'll find out if they will actually keep their word."[/color]

Having said her piece, she now took the time to examine each of the others, pinning them with sharp eye in turn. Ignoring the ones who were obviously agents (they were the only ones dressed in the tacky suits), there were three females and two males. What specifically they were, Tamara neither knew nor cared. What mattered was that she was pretty sure that none of them were who she was looking for, though the glassy-eyed one did look cute. Something to think about for later.