Ava frowned. Not only was he capable of physical feats that should be impossible, but he knew more than her about her own assignment too. She was beginning to feel less and less like the hardened, calculating, scientist that had landed her this job, and more like the subject being tested. Who was interviewing whom here?<br/><br/>Suddenly all the more resolved to do as she had been instructed, Ava brushed her hair out of her face and waved away the offer of the sugary treat. She leaned forward on her elbows, balancing her chin on her knuckles, and eyed 36 , looking him over carefully. "You're not bluffing," she accused, "in this game that you're playing, the stakes aren't high as far as your concerned. What can we do? Nothing, that's what." She shrugged and leaned back again as she tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Death threats on our end are obviously empty," she began, counting on her fingers, "torture is useless on you, we have nothing you want- not even freedom that we can promise you..." She eyed him suspiciously, "I'd be willing to bet that if you really wanted to, nothing would stop you walking right out of this place. Out the front door, melt a hole through the wall, Hell, for all I know you could blast off through the ceiling at any moment."<br/><br/>Ava huffed and sat back in her chair again, "this isn't a game, not yet. You don't have anyone to actually play against- do you... So give me a bargaining chip?" She curled that half grin again, the one that pulled subtly at the edge of her mouth. "Otherwise I can't play... And I'm so very tired of being the pawn."