With a subtle movement, Skurai slipped the paper between her boot laces and down into the sole of her boots. She'd noticed the white coat approaching the new man.. Who..If Skurai was a good judge of character, was doing a pretty good job of not being bullied. She wondered if the scar on his arm had been received due to something criminal..<br/><br/>The long clothes lady was nearing her table and Skurai paused in mid standing, ready to put her garbage down the shute and head off. With deft hands she grasped the letter and read it silently.<br/><br/>Mertens..<em>Dr. MERTENS..</em>She gritted her teeth at the thought of this person. What could they want? She had nothing...here.<br/><br/>Although Skurai was a prisoner and held no crew or ships inside the cage she was forced into, she still held the air of someone of authority. Her strides were quick and sharp as she headed into the office.<br/><br/>"Skurai.." She spoke quietly. She wasn't about to say she was 'reporting' to anyone. And whatever Dr. Mertens wanted was making her lip curl in disgust.<br/><br/>Looking over she saw the red haired Brandy and nodded. The woman was clever and Skurai held a slight respect for her.