"Or don't, fine. You know, its really not that hard to figure out," she snickers, attempting a grin until a shock of bright white light flashes through the bindings at her wrists, causing that grin to swiftly collapse on itself with an excruciating wince. Behind her, Dreyfus' jaw tenses from agitation, her impertinent and rather arrogant remarks clearly getting to him. In any other circumstances, there would have been some objections on lifting a finger towards a valuable prisoner, but in this case, nobody seems to bat an eye.
She gets what she deserves.
Another shock runs through her body, signalled by a blinding white flash from the point of her restraints. With a groan, she bends over double, biting the inside of her cheeks to stave off a cry that might signify any sort of weakness.
