Nymph smiled enigmatically at the man and followed him to the elevator. She seems to understand what he wants, you don't even need to read his mind to understand. The escort was courteous to her, and Lusignan looked as if he had spent more than one night in deep thought. The elevator moved down to the sublevels of the Citadel... There, from where prisoners rarely return and where access is denied to ordinary military personnel. She closed her eyes, waiting for the elevator to finally stop.
