Veronica looked rather… unimpressed with the entire display. She knew what was going on. She had gone through it for the past month, after federal agents had captured her. All the same, utter bull they would pull to make the patient feel safe and comfortable, and then the grey sterile rooms and metallic clanking would follow next.
She also noticed how many flammable objects were in the area. The gasoline looked fun. She, quite literally, had to keep her cool here. Not that she could do much, as the agents placed a dampening device on her hands and covered her in a kevlar jumpsuit. The only thing exposed was her head, which at the moment was not on fire. She was half-tempted to make it that way, if only to obscure her facial features from the cameras that were no doubt watching them.
What truly disturbed her was when she looked around and found other individuals with her. A middle aged man, a young man, and a man covered head to toe. There was also someone that appeared to be partially crippled. That was the most disturbing of all.
My lord, she thought. Am I not the only one who got roped into this? Her thoughts raced to the fact that, though she was rigorously trained for stressful situations and physically demanding tasks as an astronaut, she was still terrified for what was to come. And now she knew other people, likely less trained than her, were coming along?
Veronica took this moment to reply coolly, not even looking at the man but instead fiddling with the restraints on her hands. “That name does not make me feel any better.”