{OOC: The holding cell was the typical brig cell that a Klingon vessel would have. It was stark, sparcely appointed, and lacking anything comfortable. The interrogation room was slightly different. It had chairs.}
Tr'Lawsh stopped outside the door. "You ssshould go in firrrsst, Commanderrr. You'll ssseem morrrre dominant that way, and it will be morrrre believable that you might get out of contrrrol."
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Tr'Lawsh followed behind, calmly walking in and sitting at the table. Her eyes repeatedly flicked to Daphne, as though Daphne were some sort of dangerous animal that she could not trust for a moment. "Good morrrning," said Tr'Lawsh. "I am Captain Tr'Lawsh of Clan Hrr'Ashal of the Caitian Planetarrry Defense Forrrce. This is Commanderrr Arrress of Starrrrfleet." Her eyes flicked to Daphne again, giving that impression that even naming Daphne might set her off. "What is yourrr name?"
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