Corporal Ruya Aras.<br/>Tagging: K-Doc (<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a>), Jaxx Herd (<a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a>)<br/>Location: Medical Bay.<br/>---<br/><br/>The Corporal nodded to the Doctor’s greeting, moving to sit exactly where the officer indicated, upright and hands neatly in her lap. Despite her posture, she was a whirlwind of anxiety and suspicion. Doctors. Always polite, always charming, yet capable of the most nefarious things. She tried to ignore the bits of conversation that he had with the other woman present, a Divinity personnel it looked like, but there was little else to do in the room. She wished she had brought her rifle. There was a measure of stability and comfort found in having the weapon in her hands, touching all the familiar places.<br/><br/>The other woman was regarding her closely now. Ruya flatly returned the stare, her hands on her thighs balling into fists.<i>Usually you didn’t stare at someone so long unless you had a problem.</i>Of course there were other reasons, but Ruya was not legally a person under conditions of her sentence so the inhibitions in her mind didn’t let her consider any personal reasons. She was programmed to be a soldier, she only got to do soldier things.<br/><br/>This woman seemed to have gotten some sort of beating.<i>If she keeps staring at me, I can give her some more for the doctor to play with.</i>Yet abruptly, the woman was soon discussing her. And her re-socialization. And all the things they put in her head. Endorphin high? There was no such thing in Ruya. This woman had some sort of misunderstanding with what they did in her brain. Of course, Divinity eggheads probably assumed any sort of scientific project was something fun to be around.<br/><br/>She was in no mood to discuss, or be discussed, either scholarly or otherwise, the methodology of how they altered her brain from the free-spirited woman she was into this…wound up landmine about to explode. The programming was rather top secret Forge information. She didn’t like being treated like some case study or anomaly. She was still a person, somewhere, under all those mind-altering drugs and forced neural routines. “Just don’t get in my line of fire and there won’t be a wrong side.” She asked back with a quirk of her eyebrow. Maybe Ruya should shut up and let the Doctor work in peace.<i>She clearly could use a rage inhibitor shot.</i><br/><br/>“Is this going to be much longer, Doctor? I’d like to enjoy a drink before they make me walk in front as an<i>ad hoc</i>minesweeper.” She asked sarcastically with a morbid grin.