Vince narrowed his eyes, not seeming to be too intimidated by Faelan's tone but seeming to be more cautious. His own stance turned more serious, less cocky and more stoic. He paused for a moment, pursing his lips as he seemed to think about something. He was anxious. Nervous. It showed through just the tiniest bit- Shula could could see the conflict in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Does the name Vermilion Hollander mean anything at all to either of you two?" He finally asked. Shula raised an eyebrow in question.<br/><br/>"No." She stated, glare intesifying. "Now leave."<br/><br/>Vince held her gaze for a minute before sighing, looking between her and Shula with a defeated expression."Fucking hell..." He muttered. "I don't know how the fuck you two got bonded but you-" He motioned to Faelan. "Either have a very strong will or she trusts you too much to move her the way you did in that arena. I<i>know </i>there's something unnatural about it!"<br/><br/>He threw down his picture, along with the folder Shula and Faelan had been given with their briefing inside. He gripped the door, his knuckles white. "Hope you two have fun trying to get out of here alive." He spat, slamming the metal door behind him. Shula winced, the bang ringing through her head painfully. His words echoed in her ears and she held her head, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.<br/><br/>"Move me...? What is he talking about?" She asked, her heart going down to the pit of her stomach. She glanced at Faelan, rubbing her temple.