The cybermastif stalked a wary guard around the three of them.  Still covered by his green hood, Regis crouched beside the groveling mutant.  His hands went under her arms and lifted her, bringing her face to face with him on her knees.  She could see his eyes peering into hers out of the depths of his hood, hear his breath thrumming faintly as it passed through the grill that started just below those eyes.<br/>“We need to know who paid you,” he spoke quietly, with a calm ferocity like a distant storm.  “First, tell me how many there were.  Then tell me what they looked like.  Start with one, describe him fully, then move to the next.  Then tell me anything you heard them say.  Take your time.  I will help you through it.”<br/>