<strong>Amelia Lightfoot, Prisoner<br/>The lab</strong><br/><br/>Still Amelia appeared untroubled by the whole affair, her near blank expression almost matched the mans though hers was somewhat more serene as was the smile that still passed across her lips. The whole undressing activity seemed pointless to, still one had to give the people their pleasure.<br/><br/>All of his activities were met with complete indifference, he would do what he needed to then it would be over, either she would ascend or she would return to her work on earth, thus the killer saw no need to become distressed. It was all about power it seemed, who could blame him, the situation in this place was most apparent.<br/><br/>Even the needle did not distress or upset the killer, neither did the electrodes, “Well yes you are right I do like to have conversation, though it appears only those incarcerated have learned the ability unless its anything to do with threats. I do hope that you are different. I must admit you have gone to a great deal of trouble for me.”<br/><br/>“I have absolutely no idea why you have asked me here, though it is a pleasure to be here. Please if it is your pleasure I would be interested to hear it. Though really all this paraphernalia …is a little too much don’t you think?”<br/>