131 was uncomfortable. The one size too big SHIELD emblazoned sweats were itchy and annoying. Even with them on, the room they put her in was much too cold which forced her to curl up in the chair. One of the painfully bright florescent lights had a slight short, which made it hum at that headache inducing high frequency.
131 wondered if this was all some sort of test. It felt like a test, but she couldn’t understand what the test was about. Maybe it was to see how she reacted when outside of the tank? That made the most sense, but there was one thing wrong.
None of the usual Hydra techs were around. None of these people spoke Russian, or even German! They were all American! This confused her greatly, and only made her more uncomfortable, and more unwilling to cooperate.
So she sat curled in the chair, bright blue eyes watching everything, occasionally reaching up to touch her bald head.
131 wanted a hat.