"So, what was your plan?" asked Will, sitting back with his arms crossed and his right ankle on his left knee, sporting a relaxed smile as he asked, "You infect me with artificial manacules, I waste a ton of time and energy trying to uncover a treatment for an unidentifiable disease, and then you either leverage the cure against me or let me die...?"
Instead of answering Will's question, Amalia asked, "What do you want? If you're going to have us arrested, be done with it."
"And you're okay with that outcome?" asked Will, raising his right brow as he clarified, "Being used as a scapegoat by the Varne Institute...?"
"I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about..." responded Amalia, closing her eyes before mirroring Will's posture with crossed arms and her left leg crossed over her right.
