Clarice juggled a paper cup of coffee, a danish, and her bag as she walked into the office. She'd planned to spend the morning going through the Hannibal Lecter files, but as she set her bag and the coffee down she noticed a new file and post-it note on her desk. The file was marked Kuvira. The post-it note said Cell four. The paperwork inside was empty save for the name and picture of this Kuvira--and interestingly, it looked like a picture taken decades ago, from the grain of the photograph.
Clarice downed her coffee and danish, brushed the crumbs off of her blouse (white, with a navy jacket over and matching slacks) and took the file down to the cells. She stopped at number four, frowning curiously at the woman inside, who appeared to be asleep sitting up.
She cleared her throat and rapped on the wall next to the cell; not loudly and obnoxiously, but enough to be noticed. "Excuse me, ma'am," she said. "I'm going to need to ask you a few questions."