Marianne stared into the assassin's eyes and examined her face. Her eyes flitting to the scar the girl sported across her neck every so often. It wasn't that she didn't want to speak, it was that she [i]couldn't[/i].

For some reason, Marianne took pity on the girl. Her heart too soft, feeling for the poor thing. But they still needed information. If the assassin couldn't divulge anything, Marianne might as well behead her now.

[b]"Can you understand me?"[/b]
Marianne began a different line of questioning. Her expression soft and voice quiet as she spoke.
[b]"If you can, then I want you to nod for yes. Shake your head for no."[/b]
Marianne watched carefully for the girl's answer to her next questions, her electric aura slowly dying down.
[b]"Did someone force you to do this? Are you able to read and write? Are you willing to cooperate with us?"[/b]