Re: Hannah/Sinjir
The man screamed from the application of the original wound and then the extra force applied. Hannah blinked, not sure if she liked where this was going. Sure, the man was obviously being tracked by the one they were searching for, which placed him firmly in the First Order camp, but that didn't mean they needed to torture him to know what they needed to know. On the other hand, Hannah couldn't fault Sin's methods for their quick response times.
"She's the one who....oh, god, she killed the others! She has a club! It has...fuck, it has nails in it, please let me go!" He spilled out in a garble, yanking gently and fruitlessly at Sinjir's grip. Hannah looked from the man to down the hall, listening to the tapping as it grew louder.
"Sin, she's here. We can just let him go and she'll come right to us." She looked back at him, wondering how far he would take this. Something told her that he'd go right to the edge, and over. Part of her wondered when she'd become the voice of reason, but she'd never been one for torture -- at least, not with a man who offered her no threat. "It's not worth it, Sinjir."
The echo of the tapping continued, moving forward and getting louder. Suddenly, it stopped completely, and in its place the three of them could see the outline of a figure in the dense smoke that lingered in the hallway.
"You should give him to me, and leave." The voice, deadened and raspy, was quiet but perfectly audible despite the myriad noise blocking even the most barren of spots on Coruscant. "This is your only warning."
Hannah reached to her wand and pulled it free, aiming it in the newcomers direction. "Bogins, I've always had an issue with someone telling me what to do."