@pains-illusions is up to NO GOOD...
It's a good thing she's strapped down in her seat otherwise Khare would be thrashing around like a fish on the end of a hook. She'd never liked the dentist but at least they knew what they were doing. Dr. Green on the other hand... her eyes narrow in dislike as the good doctor busies himself with his tools and despite her anger at him hushing her as though she were a fussy child, it quickly fizzles out against the cold knot of dread coiling up in her belly. "Loosen these straps a little and I'll fucking show you hush." Khare hisses in response. It's a bad idea to provoke him, she knows but her biting words are the only source of comfort she's got. Her pupils are dilated with fear, blue eyes almost looking black in the intensity of her emotions despite the brightness emitted by the overhead florescent ring. It's too hot, too bright and only makes him look scarier, hovering close by with a dental probe in hand. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. Her time with Prometheus had been bad but at least she'd been locked up the majority of the time, taken out only for injections before throwing her back into her cell. Dr. Green was more... hands on in his approach, endlessly inquisitive about his new test subject and ruthlessly determined to extract every iota of information about her he possibly could. In the short time she'd been in his so-called care, he'd learned more about her biology than those who'd mutated her, the good doctor having the irritatingly good foresight not only to restrain her heavily but to adorn himself in protective gear on the off-chance she did manage to free a limb somehow. Maybe she was wrong to hate dentists. Clearly it was doctors who deserved her ire more. She flinches at the feel of his hand on her chin, expecting pain for her insolence or at the very least for him to dig his fingers into her flesh as a warning. Pain would come soon enough anyway considering the reason she was here, Khare's eyes darting back and forth as she looks from his ones of icy blue to the weapon glinting wickedly in his hand. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Khare mutters, her lips curled in a mocking sneer. Again, it's a bad idea to taunt him but it's all the power she has, holding onto this crumb of information he wants. Of course he wants to know about the teeth growing next to her eye, budding incisors dangerously close to touching the organ. The skin and flesh surrounding such areas were so delicate, making it easy for a bored and unhappy test subject to scratch away at healthy tissue until it became a habit of self-harm. A sudden smirk crosses her features as she coyly looks up at him from her restraints. "I'll tell you though, but it's a secret. Lean over a little closer and let me whisper into your ear..." Khare says, her voice trailing off into a whisper. She doubts he'd actually do it but figures it's worth a try, if she can get William close enough to bite - anything to get back at his smug face whatever way she can.
