She forced herself to keep her gaze neutral as Al took his leave. Kara didn't dare hope the man was going to be dismissed, and she shuddered to think where they might take him. Beyond those concerns, though, she was sorry to be left alone with the little prig studying her closely.
Once the door closed, she didn't even bother to favor Foster with a look, let alone an answer. As expected, the little man's ire rose quickly. "Listen here, lady," he snarled, leaning close, "if you don't answer the questions put to you, you'll see much worse than court martial."
Kara snorted at the weak threat and shook her head as though feeling sorry for the man. She was growing more and more exhausted as the lieutenant continued to question her uselessly. He repeated all those who'd come before him as though reading from a script, as as before, Kara sat silently. Even tired and worn of spirit as she was, though, she was nowhere near her limit - she'd endured four months of mental and emotional torture, and before that, had withstood worse for years as a child. One pompous ass in a poorly-lit room was a vacation by comparison.
Finally, after an unending hour, Stern returned, instructing Foster to leave Kara via the loudspeaker. After the man removed himself, Belsterling was on hand to collect the prisoner, and he uncuffed Kara only long enough for her to stand. Once she was on her feet, stretching as best she could, the ensign fasted the bracelets around her wrists and led her from the room.
She hadn't seen the hallway in about six hours since the last time a female officer had been on hand to take her the bathroom. Where it hadn't exactly been awash with activity then, it was dead as a doornail now, and their footsteps echoed down the corridor. "Where ya takin' me, fella?" she tried, but as she'd guessed, it was no use. Belsterling was as silent as she'd been.
At last, they arrived at their destination, and oh, look! It was equipped with bars! All the comforts of home. Kara turned and waited for the cuffs to be removed at the door, quipping, "Bet you do this for all the girls," before proceeding docilely into the cell. When she turned, she swore she caught a blush on the man's cheeks - well, she'd just have to remember that for later, wouldn't she?
Taking a seat on a narrow, hard cot, she stretched her arms over her head and prepared herself to stretch out and catch whatever sleep she could. Her plans were derailed mid-yawn as a clatter arose from the opposite end of the corridor. A familiar face appeared at the cell door, but not under its own power. Al was being pushed by the scruff of his neck by a large blonde man who was as red as as if he'd run Bingo all the way from... wherever on Earth large blonde men hailed from.
The lieutenant opened the cell and shoved Al inside unceremoniously, giving him a glare that would have cowed a lesser man before stomping off down the hall, muttering loudly to himself.
"Your boyfriend's charming," Kara put in helpfully to fill the sudden silence.
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Once the door closed, she didn't even bother to favor Foster with a look, let alone an answer. As expected, the little man's ire rose quickly. "Listen here, lady," he snarled, leaning close, "if you don't answer the questions put to you, you'll see much worse than court martial."
Kara snorted at the weak threat and shook her head as though feeling sorry for the man. She was growing more and more exhausted as the lieutenant continued to question her uselessly. He repeated all those who'd come before him as though reading from a script, as as before, Kara sat silently. Even tired and worn of spirit as she was, though, she was nowhere near her limit - she'd endured four months of mental and emotional torture, and before that, had withstood worse for years as a child. One pompous ass in a poorly-lit room was a vacation by comparison.
Finally, after an unending hour, Stern returned, instructing Foster to leave Kara via the loudspeaker. After the man removed himself, Belsterling was on hand to collect the prisoner, and he uncuffed Kara only long enough for her to stand. Once she was on her feet, stretching as best she could, the ensign fasted the bracelets around her wrists and led her from the room.
She hadn't seen the hallway in about six hours since the last time a female officer had been on hand to take her the bathroom. Where it hadn't exactly been awash with activity then, it was dead as a doornail now, and their footsteps echoed down the corridor. "Where ya takin' me, fella?" she tried, but as she'd guessed, it was no use. Belsterling was as silent as she'd been.
At last, they arrived at their destination, and oh, look! It was equipped with bars! All the comforts of home. Kara turned and waited for the cuffs to be removed at the door, quipping, "Bet you do this for all the girls," before proceeding docilely into the cell. When she turned, she swore she caught a blush on the man's cheeks - well, she'd just have to remember that for later, wouldn't she?
Taking a seat on a narrow, hard cot, she stretched her arms over her head and prepared herself to stretch out and catch whatever sleep she could. Her plans were derailed mid-yawn as a clatter arose from the opposite end of the corridor. A familiar face appeared at the cell door, but not under its own power. Al was being pushed by the scruff of his neck by a large blonde man who was as red as as if he'd run Bingo all the way from... wherever on Earth large blonde men hailed from.
The lieutenant opened the cell and shoved Al inside unceremoniously, giving him a glare that would have cowed a lesser man before stomping off down the hall, muttering loudly to himself.
"Your boyfriend's charming," Kara put in helpfully to fill the sudden silence.