Cold lab. Cold table. Cold metal. Cold hands. Everything about this man was cold...but then, who was she to judge? Had she not the same cold heart when performing her missions, killing in the name of Shinra. While majority of those she’d slain were warriors as well, there were still some she had to kill who were no more involved than a rose growing on the wayside. Just simple, beautiful flowers, living their lives and basking in the warm sunlight, harming nothing and no one...only to be ruthlessly plucked from their roots and destroyed until there was no petal left. But this was the life she led. What choice did she have?<br/><br/>“Rr!” She grunted and winced as the large needle pierced her arm, pulling her out of her thoughts, injecting some strange substance. To that day she still had no idea what that stuff was. Every time she’d ask, he’d just walk away grumbling something about specimens, as if she wasn’t even there. She’d since given up asking and just let it be, waiting for the spinning side effects to take hold of her brain. They didn’t seem to come on as quickly this time. She must be getting used to it. Thank Goddess, maybe she’d get some peace this time around.<br/><br/>But no. As soon as she hopped off the lab table, a SOLDIER second interrupted her calm. She can’t just take a break and relax in her own mind, can she? With the same professional tone mimicked back at him, she explained, “Mission was a success. Although the Don was...difficult...we exchanged information successfully. The Tornados have been fairly quiet, but he has noticed some activity among them and will keep us updated of any changes, as had been agreed upon. And in return, his people are being safely evacuated from Sector 7 before the Turks execute their mission at the plate juncture.”