"Oh. That's unfortunate."<br/><br/>Mezmoriia did her best show of being fooled. The nymph had just set herself up to be lulled into a false sense of security, and she was going to milk that for any advantage she could. A mass of fake emotions and feigned uncertainty crossed her face.<br/><br/>"That makes things awkward, doesn't it..."<br/><br/>Embarrassment didn't come naturally to Mezmoriia, but the signs were easy enough to emulate.<br/><br/>"See, you were brought in on suspicion of being associated with the Red Leopards. I suppose my adjutant may have jumped to conclusions... I'm sure you can see how that would happen."<br/><br/>She took a moment before pressing the attack.<br/><br/>"It's unfortunate for both of us. Me, I lose any information you have. You... Well, without my offer of amnesty, the penalty for being a dissident is life imprisonment or death. I'm sure they'll go for imprisonment - you don't seem to be particularly high up in the organization - but I'd be quite disappointed, and I've been known to be petty. Water nymphs don't evaporate, do they?"<br/><br/>She glanced down at the letter. "Speaking of which, the letter identifies this 'Nadya' as one. Coincidence, perhaps, but it's not doing your case any favors... Nor is how clean this parchment you claim to have found 'fluttering along the ground', for that matter. But neither is a convincing reason on its own. No, the real problem is how calm you are."<br/><br/>She leaned back, a look much like that of a cat playing with a mouse across her face.<br/><br/>"Most people, faced with the accusations I've given? They'd be nervous. You? You aren't. That tells me one of two things. That you've prepared for this is one. Or you've got nothing to lose - nothing you care about so much as her, at any rate. And all the circumstances point to your guilt... The game's up, miss Nadya."<br/><br/>With a smile, she cracked open the door and directed one of the guards to fetch Haeftin and her 'instruments'. Then she turned back to the prisoner and delicately picked up her knife again.<br/><br/>"In the mean time, I'm wondering about your face. I think I'll start with the left cheek..."<br/><br/>Prick, slice.