She'd been promised for years that she'd end up in a room like this. It was the promise of the Annunaki's oppressive, crushing system to those who defied it: one final interrogation before execution. And what was she supposed to do? Fight, snark, shout defiance? The Inquisitor had seen it all before and every step of this conversation was rehearsed. It wasn't like Shamash, who she at least might embarrass or anger. This was just the machinery of the thing, utterly impersonal in every way. Senseless bureaucratic paperwork with everyone involved checked out. So efficient.

So efficient that they'd double booked their interrogation room. Canada smiled a little - all the hard work of remembering the blindfolds and they'd still left a room full of heavily muscled people hauling around heavy objects.

She yawned, and [i]stretched[/i]. 

She glowed as she did, filled with inner light, filling the darkened room with a soft and irresistible glow, as fascinating as a sunset. Though it was wasted on blindfolded Janissaries, all the workers carrying heavy gold bars stopped, gaped, and dropped their cargo. The room was filled with clattering and clanging as carts tipped, treasure piles spilled, and coin spilled everywhere. And those keen-eared Janissaries who were tracking her by sound would suddenly be very distracted.

[Unleash my powers: [b]11[/b]]