<strong>Olivia's Cell</strong><br/><br/>Enzo leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers in front of him. He had all of the time in the world, and the view wasn't one to complain about. If she wanted to try maintaining her innocence first, he'd be willing to play that particular game. As long as his attention didn't waver, she was of no threat to him.<br/><br/>As they talked he continued to scan her body, memorizing every feature at a deep level. The changes he had made so far were routine; he could backtrack if required. It was a common error among the younger members of his family -- make changes too quickly, or too grotesquely, and it became very difficult to ever restore what was lost exactly. In many cases this wasn't a concern, but Enzo took pride in his work. Once he had broken her mind, he wanted it back in her original body. He now felt that he could do that, though it might be days or weeks until it was required.<br/><br/>He wondered what she was most proud of. Many of these agents took pride in their bodies and their appearance. They were physical sorts, by nature. What was it that caused her to smile secretly when she looked in the mirror? And at what did she bite her lip slightly, wishing it might be different? He'd find out in time. Like a jeweler examining a stone to be cut, he looked for tiny psychological flaws that could be used to his advantage.<br/><br/>"Olivia... may I call you Olivia? You're welcome to call me Enzo. Olivia. If this is all some terrible misunderstanding, then you shall certainly have my personal and abject apology. That will be quite a difficult case to make, though, I think. It's not merely a matter of your having been in an inconvenient place at an improper time. It's a good bit more complicated than that."<br/><br/>He liked her hair, he decided. That would definitely stay.<br/><br/>As he spoke, her strength continued to sap away. She wouldn't notice as long as she remained seated, but if she should try to exert herself she'd find that she was barely capable of standing, leave aside attacking effectively. It was a pity. Physical conditioning like hers was hard to develop in the outside world. Years of training, no doubt. Restricted diet, daily exercise regimen. And all of it gone now, within less than a minute.<br/><br/>"So," he said abruptly, rising to his feet. "I'll make a few inquiries, check on your background and so forth. You'll need to remain here in the interim, but I imagine it shouldn't take more than a few hours. You should be quite comfortable. And if everything seems clear, then we can put this entire affair behind us." He took three steps forward and offered his hand for a handshake.<br/><br/><em>Take the bait, dear. Try to do your job, so we can move past this charade.</em>