<[A modification on an old Terran phrase... all bad things will come to those who wait...]> he answered, then sat up perfectly straight, faced forward, and closed his eyes. A brief moment later, he opened his eyes. He was done. He would no longer cooperate in this conversation.
She shook her head. <[Well, I see we're done. Do you at least have a name and rank that you'd care to tell me, or should I just call you Prisoner Number One?]> she asked as she stood. (resp? - doesn't matter to her if he tells her) <[My name is Kitanya, daughter of Mirra of Cait and Torg of Qo'nos, of Clan Mikan, Vice-Admiral in Starfleet.]> she said, bowing formally. There was no reason to be impolite, after all. <[We will be speaking again.]> (resp?) She called the guards and had them take him back to a different cell, if one was available. She wanted him alone, unable to talk to his crew. If not, well, that was the way it was then. She went back to the monitoring room. <[So,]> she asked the major. <[What did you see and hear from him and how did the others react when he was taken away?]> (resp?)
