Farah continued to avoid eye contact for as long as she could. Then she realized she refused to give Noire any kind of power over her, and she looked up fiercely into the other woman's eyes. "Not at all, thank you for asking," she snapped, sharpening her glare and steeling herself despite the lightheadedness she was beginning to feel.
“Mhm, no problem.” Noire casually paced the floor in front of her prisoner. One hand was tucked away in her coat pocket, the other to her mouth as she nibbled at her fingernail. She constantly pointed lurid glances over at Farah, until her plotting was over and she faced the hero head on again. “Since you’ll be staying with us for some time I made you up a room at the Aurora. You can eat and get cleaned up there.” It was risky taking the enemy into her syndicate’s most permanent, vulnerable hideout so soon. It was also the most comfortable, and she wanted Farah to trust her.
Farah avoided looking at Noire until the other woman mentioned staying at Aurora. She jerked her head up and immediately regretted it as her eyes early rolled back into her head. Instead, her eyes narrowed, and she gave Noire an up-and-down look with only her eyes.
"And why, exactly, are you offering me this?" she demanded. "First your men ambush me, then you offer me hospitality? You don't make any sense."