The battered unit recovered from the damaged transport sat in a chair inside a small interrogation room off the main lab room. She appeared to still have the same bout of corruptive tissue connected to her face, the separation forming a jagged line from her left eye to the bottom of her right cheek and down her neck. She was cuffed to the chair, blunt red eyes focused on the metal table before her. She didn't seem amused at all, rather upset that she was, again, caught in the clutches of a force she didn't understand.
After a short while, a marine walked into the room, no weapon in hand and no plates behind his body armor. However, he did have a pistol clasped to his leg pouch, and a knife on his arm. He eyed the synth for a moment before smirking.
Nicole entered the room, though out of uniform, sporting only her uniform ants and a hoody, holding a coffee cup in her hand as per usual. "So.. what exactly do we have?"
"I am called 'Lyncis', but many prefer 'Lyn'.."
Her voice was somewhat distorted, the blackened corruptive material likely having seeped inside. "You are Prower. Nicole. Young. Married. Foolish..."
"Yes. Foolish."
The light in her eyes dimmed a bit, still glaring at her. "You told me your name on the transport. You have a ring on your left hand. You are attempting to reason with what cannot be reasoned with."
"Nobody said I'm here to reason with you. You'll tell me what I want, or else. Now who sent you after that transport?" She asked, sitting and staring at her. "And what the hell is up with your face?"