"I might tell you the full story another time," Ros said with a sigh. "For now all you need to know is if it wasn't for who my dad is I'd probably have no left arm." She turned back to Mertens. "Listen, Professor-"<br/><br/>Mertens interrupted. "Please, call me Arne."<br/><br/>"-Arne, I appreciate your sentiment, but..." She shivered slightly, the memory of the last few years coming back to her. "The best lawyers I could get couldn't find a single damn bit of evidence to prove my innocence, and with all due respect you don't look like you know much about law, what can you offer?"<br/><br/>"A way to access your memories and discover the truth," Mertens replied.<br/><br/>Ros snorted. "I think you've been reading too many fiction novels if you think..." She trailed off as she saw the serious look on Mertens' face. "You're not kidding. But how is that possible? That kind of tech is well beyond the capabilities of the Alliance."<br/><br/>"You're right. That's why it's not Alliance tech."<br/><br/>He pressed a series of buttons on his computer, revealing what lay in the room beyond the window. Its walls were silver, only interrupted by the occasional computer screen, with wires leading into a pair of chairs sat back to back, a pair of headsets wired to the ceiling hanging above them.<br/><br/>"The people who found this tech, for some reason, decided to call it the Enigma. And...assuming you two are willing, we might not be able to find undeniable evidence but...at the very least a lead as to how to free you from here."