A slow process, but gradually her facial play would derail, and in the end, not being able to control herself, stared at her counterpart in bewilderment. She would now feel this faint heartbeat herself the first time for a long while again, creating a seemingly random rhythm together with her own. Her heart began beating faster again, and with every single heartbeat his last words repeatedly pounded against her inner self. '...Your child?' Elena was still staring at him, but it wasn't Hussaini who she saw. It were words. And a person. For a few seconds, his words would carry her away from the current place and time.

She found herself at another place, yet was it a biodome as well, Freeport 2. She, being pushed at the handrail of a bridge, him, another man, long hair, standing in front of her, having her arms grabbed. 'If your enemies find out about that, you're fuc.ked. You're a nice person, but your enemies aren't. They will use anything they get to hurt you.'

Abruptly being pulled out of this daydream by a hand suddenly grabbing her arm, she came back to the here and now. It was still mindbaffling to her. How the hell would he know about this? Hadn't she been careful enough with spreading this piece of information, so that the Commune would never get wind of it? Unsure about how to react on it, she weirdly began laughing in an attempt to shade it, however she instinctively moved one hand down from the table at her hips, resting near her belly. "I don't know what the hell you are talking about, Bassam, but it's amusing me." She raised an eyebrow. "Where have you got these information? I mean, look. Assumed I had a child, okay? Do you truly think that I would be here right now, with you?", asked she.

It reminded her how awfully careless she actually had been, deciding to meet him. Her counterpart seemed off, and her intuition which she had been suppressing so far to a modest degree told her one thing clearly, unambiguously: 'Now get the hell away from this man.' However in the end, she didn't move at all. Not yet.

Gathering her balls to face him again, she glanced into his eyes. "And if I, hypothetically, had a lover, I would most certainly not bring him with me. Anyways, none of your business where I found him", she said in a rather calmed demeanor, mostly because she kept tipping silently on the ground with her feet. "But I'm sure he will understand that from now on, he will stay just as calm as the both of us are, right?" She tilted her head to look into the Operative's visor, nodding slightly to him. By no means did she like to do this, but for the meeting to be not absolutely pointless, he would have to stay quiet for now. However, her eyes widened as she gazed at him, trying to indicate him to stay on guard.

She turned back to him, having difficulties to not make a face in disgust again. His behavior - it was the one of a false snake, she thought, an utterly ugly snake. "To answer your question. The point is not to talk about me, Bassam. I'd like to hear why you think you could enrich my life as much as you boast you can."

Elena listened closely to his words, slowly removing her hand from her hips again, letting it rest on the wooden table. It was a skeptical look she gave him then while he was speaking to her, drawing a certain picture of the Houses in her mind. For a few moments, she became captivated by reservations. His words, no matter how false they were and how many bad chicaneries were sounding in it, held some truth for her. The corruption by the governments was nothing she was being fond of in any way. And she had been enjoying her stays away from these machineries of falsehood, the government safeguarding its citizens, yet in the end only exploiting the unsuspecting. In the Omicrons on the other hand, there was nobody to hide anything, one could say it enabled society to see the whole truth of humanity in itself. Men in their true form were inhabitng these places, as God had created them, no manmade bounds, no regulations. Such thoughts kept pestering her as Hussaini spoke, virtually forcing her eyes to focus on his own. People said the eyes were the entrance to one's soul. But in his eyes, she saw nothing, it was ugly intimate, but there was nothing, just a void inside his pupils. A void she was about to lose herself in, solely focused on his words that even began making sense

But then, this swirl in his iris appeared. And it deterred her from looking even deeper into this void, instead glancing away quickly. Her muscles strained, with one hand she held onto the table, with the other she slowly, instinctively reached out for the Operative's arm, discreetly under the table. She shuddered as she saw this sudden movement in his eyes, as before they had been looking so ... lifeless. For a brief moment they had life in them, but it wasn't how it's supposed to be. These couldn't ever be the eyes of a human, she thought. But what the fu.ck was he then? Or were it just some sort of hallucinations, coming from the hypnotizing she went through just a few seconds ago?

Feeling as her heartbeat became even faster, she'd slowly feel the blood pounding in her carotid arteries. In contrast to the sneaky voice of Hussaini, it was a relief to hear the voxmorpher of her company again, even though it sounded just as weird. For a few seconds, she stared at Hussaini as her eyes fairly narrowed as well. Skepticism arose in her, his words that had just sounded so natural some moments ago were slowly vanishing out of her mind again. They weren't forgotten, but they lost some of their former effect. In fact, she was quite able to catch herself again. "If I'm being honest, Bassam, and I'm sure you want us two to be honest to each other, right? Then I must say, you are good with words, but it needs a little more than that to persuade me to, you know, leave my whole life behind. Let's talk about ... the freedom, the truth and the light you are offering. These are three very nice words, but they are so awfully meaningless if I don't know what stands behind them. What makes it freedom if you have your 'Overlords' - dumb, ignorant and blatantly bad at flirting by the way - who you have to obey?", she said, realizing that she might had become quite daring, insulting somebody who she knew was Hussaini's good friend. What truth do you want to tell those who are following you, if I might ask? Because there are thousand and one various truths around, and everybody claims his own to be the right one. What makes yours the 'right' one, then? And in the end ... the light. What do you mean with that? Please bear with me, but I don't care about this advertisement crap, I already heard it once, so spare me. Rather come to the point." The tone had went from a slightly confused over a neutral up to a mocking tone she was unsuccessfully trying to suppress.

The Operative didn't have to say anything more, Elena already could think of the suspicion he had, Hussaini being secretly infected. Once again worries sprouted in the inner scene of her mind, ones that would unyieldingly grow larger and spread around like weed on a meadow. She had never seen the countenance of an infested human before, and if she was honest to herself, she would have gladly forgone ever doing so. His reaction only verified Red's concern, as he wasn't going to deny it vehemently and went without refuting, even smiling about the question. After she had eyed Hussaini tentatively for a few seconds and after that her hands resting on the table, she would withdraw the latter, bracing them against her wooden seat. An instinctive act of caution. She would start sliding to left and to the right on her seat, rather nervously, while still looking into Hussaini's eyes that obviously waited for a reply.

Most of all, she would have liked to just run away shrieking, leaving this damn place as soon as she could, but something held her back. Something began interesting her. It weren't the prolix words of the obscure man - of course, his oratorio-like monologue had been interesting to listen to, but they weren't causing anything inside her. "So, tell me, Bassam", she began. In fact, his words had bored her, as they had in vain attempted to describe something she already knew about anyways. Listening to his prattling monologue however had amused her. "'The Destiny of Mankind', you say? That sounds more interesting, let us talk more about that!" She smirked. And this time not a pressed one, but instead a sincere one with a hint of mischief. "Let me, please, to ease my overly simple mind, put it in a nutshell. You, together with the Commune, wanna change the face of mankind. In a way that was never attempted before. Have you never watched horror movies? Maybe you should, because that's its most stereoypical plot." She paused for a moment, considering how to put it the best way. "Come on, isn't this a little too megalomaniacal? Bassam, to be honest, I don't know if you know that I know exactly what you are trying to tell me." She straightened her top. "I'm not the most uninformed. To complete your words, you are trying to forcefully press humanity into something, something different, something it is - by God - not destined to be." She would have to keep herself at bay to not talk herself into a fury. She raised an eyebrow. "You strive for establishing a collective."

At the same time, she pushed the Operative into his hip with her elbow, discreetly, trying to signalize him he should stay being on guard. After all, there was a likely infected only a few meters before them.