[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#ff0000]Scarleth "Ruby Red" Pevensey[/color][/h1][img]http://stream1.gifsoup.com/view7/3129217/eliza-dushku2-o.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Lunar Maximum Security Incarceration Facility[/center][hr][hr]Scarleth closed her eyes, letting her head fall forward. There wasn't much point in interacting with her fellow prisoners. If she needed to know anything about them, it wouldn't be too hard. And besides, the chairs they had put them in were marvelously more comfortable than the bed in her cell. She smirked a bit to herself, wondering what her godfather would have done, had she done this so many years ago. 

She had no doubts if would have been another "accident" similar to what destroyed her eye, forcing her to replace it with a cybernetic. 

The meaningless conversation irritated Scarleth to no end, yet she masked her annoyance. The warden and his invited guest broke the silence, a smattering of applause from the guards helping as well. Hardly deigning to raise her head, Scarleth opened her eyes, her head still fallen forward. There was no reason for her to sit up straight. There was no point in it. If anything, she figured, her fellow inmates would only become more terrified of her.

As they should be. 

Truthfully, White's speech did appeal to her. It would allow her an opportunity to eventually escape and take her revenge, though Scarleth wasn't foolish. She knew there would be something to ensure they cooperated. Governments weren't in the habit of giving criminals a warship of sorts without having a leash. She snickered at Callum's comments, throwing her head back, as she finally raised her eyes. She didn't need to comment on how silly and inane Callum was acting. He was [i]nothing[/i], as far as Scarleth was concerned.

[color=ff0000]"What is our incentive for compliance?"[/color] Scarleth asked coolly. [color=ff0000]"The Federation isn't foolish. They need a system to ensure that we continue to fulfill missions, rather than rebel and go back to our more natural veins of crime."[/color] Her concerns were echoed in One-Arm's question, and she smirked a bit, her eyes cold and harsh. Scarleth stared Mr. White down, refusing to waver her gaze, even with Jackal's entrance. Her stare had served to unnerve people before--perhaps, it would work again.