Detta was already in the infirmary by the time Isis came in with the young man that Detta had just given a beating to. She was helping secure two of her people to beds with rope, in separate isolation rooms, and then locking the doors behind her before moving to the barred window that looked in. They'd given up using glass on these windows in the infirmary -- if an isolated patient turned, it always got broken, so they stuck with metal bars like in the prison cells down in the caves.<br/><br/>Detta stood there, arms crossed as she stared in through the bars at her people, breathing deeply -- if they turned, she'd kill them swiftly. She wasn't going to let them suffer the change.<br/><br/>Her head lifted as she saw Isis come in with the man she'd just given a beating to and her face twisted with rage.<br/><br/>"Isis! ...leave him," She then paused remembering where she was and corrected herself, "Bandage him. But don't you<em>dare</em>use your abilities on him. He needs to<em>remember</em>this lesson, and I won't let you make it easier for him to forget by healing him like you do." Detta didn't like being in the infirmary... she never did. So she was always testier in here than she was anywhere else.<br/><br/>Detta's hands balled into fists as she glared from Isis to the young man she was helping.