The woman inside the cell instinctively flinches at the sound; a light shudder runs up her spine. She seems to brace herself, as if expecting blows to fall, or something unpleasant thrown upon her. When nothing happens, she peeks out, her pupils dilating and blinking owlishly against the light.
As with all other visits this past month, her heart sank upon seeing the blonde darken the doorway.
It looked like this time, she brought someone else with her.
Though she was at a loss for the newcomer’s name, whether she didn’t know it or simply could not remember, she offered the pair a shaky nod.
"M-ma’am," she greeted.
*Steps by Marine and offer Harpy his hand to sake with a smile.* Hello Miss
, I’m Dr Naveen Gupta, head of psychology. It’s nice to meet you.
Again, the woman flinched as the man approached her.
Oh God, what did he want?!
She looked a the proffered hand like it was made of razors. Really, she was trying her absolute best not to be rude, lest she earn a beating from Marine.
Or…what she threatened…her sister…
Abruptly though, the haze of fear was pierced by two words.
The effect was instantaneous; her head snapped to attention and looked the man in the eyes.
He had used her name. Not 85461, not “test subject,” not “Special case.” Her actual name.
For the first time, in who knows how long, she felt acknowledged. Human.
Those two words, especially right that second, meant all the world to her.
Sidling a bit closer, but still remaining on the ground, she placed her hand in his.
I’ve been told that you’re not having a present time. I’m wondering if we can come to some sort of compromise to have you perform your duties as an employee here at Aperture to more of whats expected of you? Perhaps we can get you some more freedom, then just this room? Maybe some reading materiel, or other entertainment for your free time?