[b]Erubescan Citadel[/b]

If high-heeled steps against tie could speak, Commander Botrelle's would have said, "Fuck you, and the horse you rode in on, Mister Sairan."

Alas, they could not not. Rather, they just repeated [i]click, clack, click, clack[/i] as Botrelle made her way down the hall, a few steps ahead of her prisoner and his escorts. There was not need to turn around- No need to give the Alchemist any comfort by thinking he could gauge her expression. She could feel them all behind her well enough, anyhow: Kora, angry but familiar, Elcove, uncomfortably even as ever, and Sairan, as nervous as he ought to be.

She stopped outside the door to her office, scanning first her employee badge and then her thumbprint against the security pad on her door. 

[color=#D2B8C5]"Here, Knights,"[/color] she said, swinging open the heavy wood-paneled steel door. She propped it with her hip, looking at her tablet rather than her guests. [color=#D2B8C5]"Man the door, if you will. Alchemist Sairan and I will be having a chat."[/color] 

She waited for him to enter, and then took her seat at the polished oak desk facing the door. Her chair was plush-backed, with a swivel mechanism, lumbar support, and a switch on the armrest to control the lights and air in the office. 

The one across from her was... Well, it was a chair. 

She spent a long moment fixing her papers, checking to see that everything on her desk was straight. She set the tablet down. The pens needed to be adjusted twice. An email needed to be attended to, and Botrelle typed a reply to it, all before taking her choke off of Sairan's laryngeal nerves. 

One more shift of the pens, and then she folded her hands on her desk. 

[color=#D2B8C5]"Are you stupid, Mister Sairan?"[/color] Commander Botrelle looked up, her bright green gaze staring straight through the spot between his eyes. [color=#D2B8C5]"Or are you suicidal? Answer carefully, Mister Sairan. There seems to be a pandemic of laboratory deaths, as of late."[/color]