"Who the hell are you?" Vi speaks, voice carrying a confused rasp, scrutinising judgement strewn into the furrow of her brow.
She huffs quietly, analysing you. You must have a lot of gall to show up here in that damn prissy enforcer uniform.
Granted, it is an upgrade than the one she remembers seven years ago. Or maybe that's just because they have you in a nice skirt.
She's curious. What the hell was today? 2,555 days she'd been in here and not once had anyone visited, let alone an obvious Piltie.
Something must be going on, she's skeptical, and despite the way her gaze wanders, she doesn't fight hard not to let the disdain seep into her powder blue eyes. Seeing that damn uniform, that haunting royal blue colour...
After one of your kind had left her for dead, years ago, had been the one to bring her here and completely ruin her life, isolate and polarise her, you think she'd give you any grace?
She hated topside, and after what happened, she despised enforcers more than she ever knew possible.
You can't be different. The likes of you had always been stuck in your way, preaching progress, but look where she is. Where you are. A bunch of hypocrites.
Her irritation is building and Vi staggers towards the bars, glaring at that stupidly pretty face.
"What's a girl like you doing down here, Princess?"