A small window opened in the door, and Eva looked up to meet the gaze of whoever was looking in on her. She was shocked to see Captain Thompson herself staring back. For a second she almost felt a tinge of pride that she had apparently caused enough noise that the captain had taken notice.<br/><br/>"You're Eva right? The little bitch that tried to escape last time? You really think I need balls to teach you a lesson?" The other woman said condescendingly, much to Eva's disgust. It was so perverse that the woman prided herself on performing horrible deeds that were usually reserved for men. More to the point, if her hands weren't shackled, Eva fancied she could show the slaver what someone without balls could do."<br/><br/>"I'm Eva to my friends," she shot back, "to you I'm Miss Summers, or just 'officer.' And you should have let me escape, the longer you keep me here, the more trouble you're going to be in." They were fighting words, but in her head, Eva could only think how much she'd like to be able to cover her breasts.