Raven Queen is roughly escorted into the office, with her hands cuffed behind her back and the two male guards armed and from the expressions on their faces just waiting for an excuse to shoot her.
This may be she thought smiling because she had flirted with the pair of them before asking with a grin on her face whether the size of their guns meant they were compensating for something.
This doesn’t go over well at the best of times, but added to the reason for her arrest in the first place meant that they were just itching to pull the trigger.
Looking around the office that looked like it had been decorated in the 80s and not touched since her eyes settled on a shabby brown leather couch and the even shabbier looking 40 year old woman sat the desk next to it.
Gazing at Raven, the doctor said “You can leave us now, I’m sure she knows to be on her best behaviour.. right Raven?”. Continuing to stare at the doctor, Raven stayed silent.
“You sure Doctor, she’s dangerous” the head guard enquired. Waving her hands towards the door, the doctor shooed the guards away “yes yes we’ll be fine, we’re just going to have a little chat between us girls”
Watching the guards leave the room, and making sure that the door was firmly shut, the doctor turned around and gestured to the couch “take a seat and tell me about yourself?” .
Still standing Raven turned to glare at the doctor who refused to react, five minutes passed before she sighed surrendering and dropped onto the couch sideways wincing when her ribs found just the wrong spot and hit a spring that was poking through.
“This can be an informal chat with me, or I can bring the guards back in if you refuse to cooperate.. Now tell me about yourself.. just who is Raven Queen?”
