[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][hr]Scarleth nodded curtly, processing the information. It was what she expected, of course, but she couldn't have been more pleased. From the description, she doubted that an AI had been tasked with deciding when to set off the bombs. That was a choice made by a sentient being. As the expression went, human error already weakened the system. A being was far easier to exploit than a machine, making her eventual escape all the more possible. She smiled, her face the textbook definition of gorgeous, while her soul was the definition of malevolent. 

Scarleth raised an eyebrow. As much as she would have [i]loved[/i] to crush a few skulls, it wasn't the time. Now was the time to act subdued and compliant, to be the loyal bitch that Mr. White needed. Already mourning the missed opportunity to isolate Hardying from the other guards, and then instruct her fellow inmates to each grab a limb and pull in various directions, Scarleth  followed White, a vacant expression on her face. To express emotion was to allow the enemy to see you. To be seen was to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable was to be destroyed.

Glancing towards the opposite end of the hall, Scarleth took in the scene as twelve guards were pummeled thoroughly, the prisoners trampling them. Elated, it was all Scarleth could do to not go in and join the other rioters. Some violence was in order. She craved it. The feeling of blood, of knowing that she had taken a life. It was like she became a god, deciding who was worthy of life. 

[color=ff0000]"Yes, sir,"[/color] Scarleth replied to Mr. White, tearing her gaze away, and following him still. In her mind, she could see herself take Mr. White hostage, demanding the controls to the bombs. Once obtaining them, she would execute her fellow prisoners -- perhaps not the more humorous ones, but certainly Callum -- and use one of the ships to escape. Scarleth deduced that the Federation wouldn't give their undercover group a ship easily tracked. 

However, now was not the time. There were too many flaws in the plan, too many holes. She would find her escape later. For now, it was time to comply. She continued to walk forward, only for a Vaxir to approach her, roaring. The prisoner charged at her, and in the blink of an eye, it found itself sprawled on the ground. Scarleth had flipped it effortlessly, slamming it down, and walking over it as she continued on her way. 

Scarleth didn't bat an eye.