Catherine was sitting in an interrogation room. It was not the worst one she had been in. In fact the chair she was in was padded, which was a surprise. She was not chained up or restrained. There was a single camera in the corner of the room. There was a metal table in front of her. On the other side of the room was another chair and the door she entered in from is one of those bulkhead doors that seals easily.
Ching!
She nearly jumped out of her skin when the loud metal started creaking and was slowly pushed open. But contrary to her expectations of a burly man walking in. The woman from before stepped into the room.
Or more accurately her head peaked around the door. "Do you want a drink, food, or anything else?" She asked. "The guards were supposed to ask but it looks like they forgot to."
"Umm… no, I am alright." Catherine answered in confusion. "I am surprised I am not being tortured at the moment."
