Zoya smirked at the Commander. She was trained to be a spy and knew he wanted info and wouldn't just shoot her here. The whole show with the gun and the tone in his voice were a show he had to put up for his men.<br/><br/>She got herself together and stood up, not knowing the reaction of the Commander. If a little pain was all she was being put through, she'd be fine. Her training included some pain control even. Still with the smirk on her face she looked at the young man who was in control over the army and started clapping her hands.<br/>"Well done, you capitalist scumbag. You got a victory over a group of prisoners," she said with her heavy accent, taunting the man in front of her. Her cover was blown and it was a matter of survival now.<br/>"My name is not important since it won't make any difference in my fate would it?"<br/><br/>The smirk left her face and suddenly she looked serious.<br/>"I killed your men because I could. They were a nuisance and got in my way."<br/><br/>Zoya knew very well that everything she had said to him only made him more angry but she wasn't quite done yet.<br/>"What is your name then boy? Obviously your's is of more relevance than mine."<br/>She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to go off in rage, taunting him with her attitude and questions.