Chemistry | GG / Grub

[Grubozaboyschikov]

She continued to seem quiet annoyed. Her eyes squinted a little as she folded her arms, looking at the men going about her things, some of which were personal, and then taking her sidearm away. Clarke's comment was tasteful to her though. 'Just like liberty, then, hmmm?'

She calculated the outcomes in her head, continuing to study the situation. While her arms are folded, she silently manipulated the cardamine cartridge to give her a larger dose. "The one bullet in that gun is not worth it on any of you anyway." She commented with an annoyed and unamused tone. "And I see I do not get my privacy. Must I strip for you as well?" She rolled her eyes, unfazed by the guards watching her as she approached them. She runs her hand through her hair, fidgeting lightly with her earring and a small slight of hand move that would be expertly hidden. "May I have the rest of my things back now, please?" She asks with her hand out, a change in her smile though it was clear that it was forced now as she spoke to the guard.