<strong>Amelia Lightfoot<br/>Cellbock CD17</strong><br/><br/>“Why a delightful pleasure to see you again today Mister Popov, you are always a welcome visitor in this cell I am sure Miss Bartlett agrees with me. We would offer you refreshments; however you see we are a little lacking on that front.” As always the young woman voice was so polite and rather chilling. Yet is seemed strangely complete with her most doll like face. Certainly the girl was beautiful but more like some marble statue than a true and breathing person. It was hard to imagine her as human, perhaps by now Amelia did not even believe she was human any more in deed the way she spoke it was apparent.<br/><br/>Miss Barlet or do you prefer Ms, really don’t fight on my behest, I am sure I will be able to deal with any situation, and with the most pleasant Mister Popov as my guide I shall be safe with in these halls.” She smiled and licked her lips, “Though I must say sir the restrains are a little unnecessary, I will be no trouble for you.”<br/><br/>Her attentions passed between the two, “My goodness but it appears I am very popular this fist day does it not, I cannot really imagine why yet we all have our crosses to bear.” Amelia smiled again and stared Popov right in the eyes, her own still a little bloodshot, though there was certainly something troubling about them, they were ice, it was as if he was a subject, as if he were prey not the other way round.<br/><br/>“So lead on my good man, do you think I look appropriate to meet the warden? I would have no wish to offend.”<br/><br/>“Goodbye Kate, I am sure all will be well, I think you worry too much.” Amelia had already decided in her rather fractured mind that Kate was someone that should not suffer…thus she would not.<br/>