Karogen's eyes are blinded by piecring light as the heavy door opens.  Looking around he gasps at the sight of the obviously tortured old man lying on the floor.  He looked somehow familiar, but he just couldn't place his finger on it...<br/><br/>Before he can utter out a word, he is snatched up by the large anthro, practically being dragged along.<br/><br/>"Wh-what does the Lady wish to speak me about...?" He asked nervously.  Yes, he still reffered to her with at least some sort of respect, at her title if not at her person.  Karogen was by far no anarchist.<br/><br/>Images of the poor tortured man still pulsed through his head, filling him with pure fear... The fear filling him with the rush of adrenaline.<br/><br/>For a second, only a split second, Mark Karogen twitched, his face curling into a cruel smile, as the feel of adrenaline coursed into his head.  He then shook his head, shaking off that all-too-familiar feeling as well.