<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Ah, good, you're awake. Coffee?"</span><br/><br/>The voice seemed to come from very far away. Deep beneath the ocean, perhaps. She could only vaguely recognize it as belonging to that - that <span style="font-style: italic">woman</span> who had cut her earlier. The tide of defiance receded as quickly as it had risen. How much earlier had it been? She shook her head weakly at the inquisitor. She did not feel like she could stomach anything right now. Pinpricks of pain stung her every time she moved on the surprisingly comfortable couch. The rest of Nadya's body was not happy, but her behind was.<br/><br/>Even through the haze of pain and what was starting to feel like an extraordinarily bad hangover, she managed to register something about a red door that she had apparently mentioned during the interrogation she remembered nothing of. Suspicion was starting to take over for the anger that had been smoldering since the woman had cut her for the first time. Had she just made something up, as the victims of torture often do, or was the woman lying in another attempt to get her to rat out the Red Leopards - and Fossil?<br/><br/>She leaned her head backwards as far as the couch allowed her. The mere sight of the woman gave her a bitter taste in her mouth. Along with that was the nagging fear that she had actually confessed something they were able to use.<br/><br/>"You're welcome," she mumbled politely, quietly. "I guess you don't need me anymore, then?"</div>