"Well well well, look how the tables have turned."
As he spoke, a wide grin spread on Sam's face. A wall of glass stood in front of him, one so sturdy it could withstand a few dozen grenades. Metal bars have grown out of fashion a long time ago so prison cells now had these types of separations.
Though it didn't look like it, the inside of the cell was isolated from the outside, meaning the prisoner had to hear what was said through a speaker and for some reason she didn't seem to like that very much. Though that was the last of her worries.
"Tsk…"
Glaring in his direction, Hela could only click her tongue, her face twisted in irritation.
"Hey now, is that any way to react to the people who saved your life?"
"You should've let me die."
"Oh, so we agree on something?" Sam replied. "Sadly we can't really do that. You're an important political figure, even if you're a selfish egotistical violent and childish little princess."
