<em>"I do not underestimate anyone, Miss Jemma.  Least of all Judis.  Everyone here has a past, and I hardly expected him to be any different.  When the time comes I will have words with Mister Furion, of that there is no doubt.  I am not so foolish as to think that man can be dissuaded with threats alone.  It takes a very brave sort of man to walk amongst his enemies and spit in their faces.  Though, perhaps not a very intelligent one."</em><br/><br/>He casually pressed another unseen button in the wall, the door sliding open.<em>"A guard will escort you back to your cell.  Discussed your current situation, and the order to ensure you come to no harm is quickly spreading through the prison.  Unlike Mister Furion, I am not one to make bold speeches before slavering crowds."</em>The Beast tapped the side of his helmet, suggesting that he had been conversing on a private channel.<br/><br/><em>"Our little chat has been most enlightening, my dear.  We will be seeing much of each other from now on, to ensure that you are given your medication.  Perhaps I will prepare tea next time, and a more comfortable room.  Pleasant dreams,"</em>he said graciously, taking a polite bow before exiting the room with a flourish of his coat.  By the time Jemma would follow after there would be no sign of him; just a rather impatient looking guard.<br/>