Despite her hands being near useless at the moment, the tips of her fingers moved slightly as they were dragging the moomba shaped figure into the room. How she wanted that somehow they didn’t get informed she had pickpocketed a guard earlier. That was the reason she was in such state where she couldn’t move her arms now. If they didn’t realize it, she was going to be free by this point and probably everyone else around her, but now she was powerless at the very ehh… what was the word… ordinary torturers. She had seen better ones than this. These guys lacked a certain fire in their eyes, they were boring, plan and simple! For better or worse, Rachel was one of those people who can lie directly in the faces of people with no remorse. She had a very professional attitude towards everything and this wasn’t an exception. She was ready to lie, cheat and even backstab if the mission demanded it so. [color=00a651]“ Just ask your questions! Why are you torturing the poor creature!”[/color] She cried out, her voice full of concern, which of course she as faking as a pro, that damned workaholic. She had her undercover identity she could use in case they demanded identification… It should be more than good enough to buy some time at least before they realize she was lying about that.