Dream and Reality (//Dunc- and me)

[The Banshee]

Behind her mask, Banshee smiled. Nishi had just exposed her first weakness - she was thirsty. Sure, that was to be expected, but she had asked herself what the woman would demand first, besides of he death, of course. Nishi's claim that she'd expose intel to her was ignored - why should she care about lies.
The Agent broke the fixation on Nishi's eyes and turned around, to a table that, at least from the perspective of the bound Chrysanthemum, was hidden in a shadow and forced her to look almost directly into the light. Banshee turned her back on the sister, grabbed a bottle of water from the dispenser and drank some of it.
The interruption was welcome. Although the captive's words hadn't insulted her, they made her think. Of course she was a cog in the workings of larger men and women. Golanski, the Witch... too many, to actually know who was influencing her actions currently. Yes, they were influencing her, but as long as she knew that they were, at least a bit of control would remain in her hands. Besides, who was she to question the workings of these machinations? A theoretical understanding of those works was completely sufficient to influence them, especially when those 'controllers' shared goals with her.
Before she turned around, she readjusted the mask - she wouldn't give the sister that victory - and emptied a small vial of liquid in the bottle.
As she turned around, the bottle was closed and rolled to Nishi's feet, directly in front of her but out of her reach. Banshee took her old position, and re-iniated the conversation.

"Philosophical. Let's start anew. Your name?"

She intentionally used almost the same wording as the last time. Provoking another outburst would probably give her more information about the weaknesses of the sister. As she thought about how she would drug the clueless woman in front of her, her conscience surfaced for the first time, but she fought it down. This woman would do the same to her, if not more.