"And here I thought you said you were- what was it again?" She pauses, as if searching for the word. Oh she remembers quite perfectly, how could she forget? But where's the fun in being straightforward about it? "A doctor, wasn't it? And you're not upset about having all those needless deaths on your hands? Your hands are red with the blood of many, including your very own people. You must be very heartless."

There's an arched eyebrow for him, and behind the casual amusement that shines in her eyes is something much darker. But it flickers and is gone, buried or lost, it's hard to tell, especially as she laughs clearly, continuing;

"I should have suspected that, you know. Your counterpart, on my side, is just as heartless. He's very fond of torture- although he's not very good at it. I wonder if you would be."